Session 54 – The Summer Court

Avon: Mummy Issues ?

https://boullinismilfmoneysquad.obsidianportal.com/adventure-log/session-53-the-summer-court

Previ0usly on Milf$:

The gang travelled with Adara into the Temple Adjacent to Autumn, There the group bid fare well to the 3 Satyrs and Felice, travelling towards the Corridor of Autumn. The description of the functioning of the portal likened it to a worm hole. Adara provided the group Onion with new leafy wings, a bag of seeds to control a giant hummingbird and a flute to control a dragon fly.

When they entered the portal, there was a straight line with very large autumn spruce trees lining the way with Rabbits frolicking in the in between. Adara led the way and the group heard wind rustle before seeing two sphinxes block their way, who Adara called “The Autumn and Spring Bastards”. The sphinx’s denied entranced to the group. Adara said before seeing the group she had only recently defeated them, and that time although moving strangely in the fey wild, moves even stranger in the Corridor of Autumn. As Gar got banished to a wintery wonderland, the group fought the bastards and came out victorious, although many suffered the effects of only knowing a specific language.

Upon their defeat, the corridor began to die with Adara hastening Bruce and Ko’viel to get to the other end.

When Ko’viel and Bruce dashed through, they met an owl bear reading a book who was very curios and identified themselves as “The One Inbetween”. The Owlbear guided the gang out of the temple as Adara became increasingly worried, stating they weren’t welcomed here. Avon mentioned they would put in a good word for her Titania. Adara’s fears came to fruition as outside of the temple the group met a squad of Warrior like people named “The Green Knights” who whipped out an ethereal chain and launched it at Adara, blinking her out of existence. The Green Knight chief brought forward a glass swirling with water which took the shape of someone named The Green Prince, who instructed the group to follow the knights.

The group obeyed as the owlbear blended into an emerging fey crowd of pixies, satyrs and all other wonderful fey creatures in the summer forest surrounding and observing. As they walked along, the fey creatures affectionately gave them names which they heard. The group were referred to as “The Summer Orphans”, Avon was principally called “The Summer Orphan” and the group were provided the names of:

  • Gar = “The Sun Bear”
  • Bruce  = “The Fist of Sunshine”
  • Drukkor = “The Daylight Shroud”
  • Ko’viel = “The Glistening Wrath”
  • Breadgar = “The Song of Dawn”

The group came towards  a gargantuan white tree on the top of a hill blinded by sunshine through the leaves. The tree twisted around, revealing itself to be Princess Titania speaking to the party, offering an apple that cleansed their ability to speak only one language. When Titania was queried about Adara, she said that she needed to be contained as she had defied the summer court. The group did not pursue this line of questioning and Avon seemed complacent she had been taken away.

Titania provided Avon with a bag to ensure that “Summer lasts forever” with seeds for Avon to provide to their little birds and children. Titania revealed that Mab (The queen of air and darkness) did not understand her plans, and that Titania was preparing for something even greater to come. She revealed there were Far Beings from the Blind Eternities that the summer court was garrisoning against, that could not only destroy the fey wild but all realms. Titania revealed that one member (Gar) had already seen this creature (when they touched the Hedron in the sleepless Jungle).

Titania told the group the way home was beyond the Summer Straight Chasm to an island/mountain where they could teleport through (reliably). Titania told them that Avant would provide directions. Avant was the Forest Gnome Child from Skimberii (see skimberi sessions) that was taken into the Fey Wild which the group inadvertently helped.

Coming outside behind a tree was Tommen, a child taken early on from Boullini from the early sessions who had been transformed into an almost half-elf person (which looks cosmetically changed), now a teenager with glittering armour. Tommen seemed cationic in their answers in servitude.

The group now head off towards Avant who will provide a guide through the summer straight chasm to an island where to get back to the material plane.

Session 52 – To the Temple Adjacent to Autumn

Of Meese and Drukkor

https://boullinismilfmoneysquad.obsidianportal.com/adventure-log/session-52-to-the-temple-adjacent-to-autumn

Previously on Milf$

After walking through the portal of the one in the weald, the gang found themselves lost in the wintery wonderland of the fey wild, and only source of adventure was that they needed to pursue the “Temple Adjacent to Autumn”.

Ko’viel created a hut and the group attempted to rest while Bruce believed they could speak to plants and Drukkor followed a series of foot prints leading to a grove of 3 moose, 3 deer and 3 elk. After patting them in a pattern, with the group of creatures asking for more pats, Drukkor believed they were entranced by the Meese god to keep patting.

Gar and Avon became concerned and looked for Drukkor, finding them stuck with the meese. The animals combined into a large Meese like creature that followed the group through the forest. The group evaded the Colossoal Meese Creation which they saw in the distance stand upright and turn into a beautiful explosion of luminescent meese. A large looming cloud like shadow follows Drukkor now of a reindeer in the sky.

After a long rest, the group came across a group of 3 Satyrs playing the song that goes “He’s a piss pot through and through…” on loop. The Satyrs revealed it would take the group 1 – 200 years to travel to the summer court and provided details of someone who knew about the location, an ancient tree named Trenedad. They found the cold wintery leaf-less tree with a face who would offer them directions to The Temple adjacent to Autumn at the price the group would tell them a Story, as they are dying old spirit of the fey wild. The group recounted the tale of Shel’bo, Kiana Kalebane’s Daughter who they defeated Stoneregard (see Arc 1). Trenedad provided them a twig which pointed continuously in the direction of the temple. The group followed the twigs direction and Satyrs.

Throughout their travel there, they came across a group of Soldiers from the Dominion of Archul confused about where they were, apparently on a mission to a town named Orisheyna before ending up here. The group left these soldiers behind and came towards a vineyard called “The Coven of Grapes and Vines”. There they met a woman named Aunty Amethyst who fed the group some wine, which after a few tastes made them really intoxicated. The witch mentioned they had a sister the group had come across before named Aunty Agatha, who is a part of their coven (see s3 -7). Aunty Amethyst let the sample the wine before letting them proceed onwards through their vineyard.

Eventually, the group started to come across a place with autumn colours of orange and dead leaves, understanding they were close to the portal. They saw displacer beasts throughout this area before being stopped by a courageous and perky forest Gnome named Felice. Felice identified themselves as protector for the temple adjacent to autumn and initially denied entrance to the temple, but eventually compromised with the group as to not engage into combat. Additionally, the group offered them the Satyrs. Felice revealed they were guarding the temple for Janus, the God of Doors and Passageways who was displeased with the fey wild.

As Felice took them to the temple, dead autumn leaves around the base of the temple, they saw a tall sylvan figure similar to avon step outside. The person directed their attention to Avon, identifying themselves as Adara, citing that Avon had saved them once upon a time. Adara did not want them to proceed to the summer court but eventually Avon the group struck a deal with Adara to go with them, as Adara felt like they owed Avon. With that, the gang proceeded with Adara into the temple.

BRING HOME THE MURUGAPPAN FAMILY and ABOLISH OFF-SHORE DETENTION CENTRES

A three year- old(now 4) AUSTRALIAN-BORN girl almost died due to the Government’s negligence in detention.

This is my open-letter sent to Michelle Rowland, Alex Hawke and the Current Government

Sign the change.org petition here: https://www.change.org/p/scott-morrison-bring-priya-back-to-biloela

13/06/2021

Christos Floratos

Blacktown 2148

To Alex Hawke, Michelle Rowland, and the current Government,

BRING HOME THE MURUGAPPAN FAMILY

ABOLISH OFF-SHORE DETENTION CENTRES

My name is Christos Floratos and I write in my capacity as an Accredited Member of the Australian Association of Social Workers (AASW). Off-shore detention is wasting Australia’s resources on a cruel endeavour and has forced the hospitalisation of a 3-year-old child, removed from their family (now 4 years old on sending of this letter, without their family).

The detention of the Murugappan family, including the appalling treatment of the 3-year-old girl Tharnicaa has breached multiple human rights under the UN Convention of the Rights of the Child which Australia ratified in 1990. I want to share with you the simplified version of the convention, as it seems the current Government and all of those who neglected this young family’s needs may need to review what we are committed too: https://www.unicef.org.au/our-work/information-for-children/un-convention-on-the-rights-of-the-child

Based on the information available, it seems the Government has infringed on the following articles: article 6, article 8, article 9, article 10, article 11, article 18, article 19, article 20, article 22, article 24, article 25, and article 36.

I share the AASW’s concerns over the government’s treatment of this family, and all peoples in off-shore detention. I also share the concerns of the half a million individuals that have signed the change.org treaty: https://www.change.org/p/scott-morrison-bring-priya-back-to-biloela

The family’s continued separation and the current Government’s (and Scott Morrison’s) lack of empathy for this family has entrenched that Australia is not a country for a ‘fair-go’. Instead, we are telling the world that Australia and Immigrant children that this is the country where Australian-born Children of Hard-working immigrants:

  • Come to be stolen in the middle of the night from their home,
  • Sent some place alien and far away that is behind wires, and
  • Come to die.

Yours with haste and urgency,

Christos Floratos

The Cheeky Fighter

The Cheeky Fighter

By Christos Floratos

 

Although his battles are over,

And his dances are more sombre,

The Cheeky Fighter will never really rest.

 

He will dook along in our hearts.

Jump higher than ever before.

Climb heights that mountains would not dare impose.

Close gaps he could never make.

 

But the fall was never enough to keep him down.

 

When the first scare happened-

An accident from gluttony that The Cheeky Fighter didn’t quite understand-

He fought and fought, until his belly had to be shaved.

But home was a way that was clearly paved.

 

Then, as Houdini would challenge a locked box,

The Cheeky Fighter disappeared.

Longing like Penelope I stared from my window.

Across the road, a plaid man held an even plainer carrier.

The Cheeky Fighter returned, worn from his two-week adventure,

Finding others like his furry self, but cheekiness turned to hostility.

He travelled blocks away – a whole other world.

 

And from that adventure did the scars manifest to open wounds.

And the yellow settled for his canines.

And he lost, just a bit, of his cheek and fight.

 

Years past and the fighting had passed.

He had begun to slow.

A disease was coming with no clear antidote.

 

Yet, he remained cheeky.

The medics could reveal his vitality from the nips on their skin.

But that vigour – it had to slow.

He rested and rested.

 

He rested and fought so much

until I decided.

He need not fight anymore.

 

With the scent of his favourite treat,

the company of his favourite friends

and the cleric who was his favourite to bite,

Did He pass, lovingly into the night.

 

But he is still here.

Still stealing toilet rolls

Still hiding water bottles

Still fossilising his poos.

 

Still, Teemo, The Cheeky Fighter,

Will be here for me and you.

Teemo’s energy and cheek wasn’t often captured by pictures, but by videos! Here are some of his:

Self-care for writers during Lockdown

The current coronavirus/COVID19 situation has impacted many different parts of people’s lives. It is important that we take care of ourselves and those who are important to us during this time. Currently, this is a global issue and you are not alone in your worries. I want to impart some tips that we can use to stay healthy and connected during this time. This information is echoed in other places, but I wanted to tailor some tips for the literary curios and writers.

You do not need to write your magnum opus during the period of lockdown. I feel this is the most important tip. Many people will say during lockdowns you will have the opportunity to write endlessly and the time to edit until your heart’s content. Often, they will cite William Shakespeare or other writers who created some magnificent works during isolation periods. You do not have to write or complete that novel during this time. It is okay to do a little bit, the same as you were before, or even nothing at all.

Set a schedule and loosely stick to it. Continuing your writing practice will look differently during this time. You may have done it after work, after school or while you were on the train. It is important to accept this difference and allocate time to keep your routine going. Plan out when you will write by starting a calendar and allocating time to the day. Be realistic with it. Try to plan in times that most emulate your writing practice from before. Be flexible with it and let yourself enjoy the practice of writing rather than doing it because you have the mantra of ‘writing everyday.’ To invoke Marie Kondo, if it is not bringing you joy, get rid of it (for that day at least). Alternatively, if writing is difficult for you due to current issues, it is okay to put it to the side and come back to it another time. If you do plan on coming back to it, it is helpful to keep a log or thought journal.

Stay engaged with your leisure activities. If you are reading this, you have accomplished one core leisure activity of a writer’s arsenal which is reading! Make sure you are staying in touch with activities that you do for fun. While writing is fun, sometimes it can also induce stress when we cannot figure out where to go next or finding the right words. Remember to retain writing as a leisure outlet during this time, and frequently attend to hobbies you love to do.

Stay connected with your social circles. While we are physically separate, we are still socially connected through the internet. Check up with friends and family, even share work that you are writing on for feedback. It may provide a nice distraction during this time or provide a shared experience for you both to relate to. Make sure to still connect fellow writers and other readers you relate to on your social medias. Many social groups are moving online and staying connected with your networks is a good way to find places for support.

This will be a stressful time, but it is important we manage the pressures of lockdown through self-care. Throughout my social work degree and training, a big emphasis has been on how we take care of ourselves. If you would like to chat about self-care during this time, @ me on twitter at SeductiveTaco.

This article was originally written for Envie Magazine: https://enviemagazine.com/

Short Story This Friday – ‘The Wall’

A short story originally written in response to Trumps potential presidency. It will be released this Friday and can be read for free at christosfloratos.com

Here is an short excerpt:

Outside the wall, the press lined up tenaciously, all with smiles and pens that had run out of ink. Children licked their Mexican flavoured ice creams as they sat atop their parent’s shoulder’s. Those same parents looked happily ahead.

From Christos Floratos “The Wall”

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My Summer Love – Poem to Support Bushfire Relief

My Summer Love‘ is a poem in response to the Australian Bushfires. If you have donated to support Bushfire relief, send me your evidence and details to receive this poem!

Australia is currently suffering the worst bushfire season in recorded history. 15 million hectares of land have been ruined, a conservative number of 1 billion animals have perished and 1000s of homes destroyed and dozens of lives lost to these flames.

These places need your support. If you can, please consider donating at these, or any other Australian Bushfire service, to help support people in need through this humanitarian crisis.

This is not an exhaustive list, but these websites show you different places you could donate to:

https://www.news.com.au/technology/environment/bushfire-relief-how-you-can-help-those-in-need/news-story/a0476ac3538b8c373f281ea6be204421

https://help.givenow.com.au/hc/en-us/articles/360001315355-How-you-can-help-Donate-to-2020-Australian-bushfire-relief-efforts

https://www.businessinsider.com.au/australia-bushfires-donate-2020-1

https://www.smh.com.au/lifestyle/fashion/here-s-where-to-shop-to-help-bushfire-victims-20200107-p53pfo.html

https://www.homestolove.com.au/nsw-bushfires-donate-20869

https://www.gizmodo.com.au/2019/12/how-to-donate-bush-fire/

If you have donated to the Australian Bushfire, one of these links or others, send me evidence such as receipts/proof of donation through the form below and I will send you copy a of a poem I have worked on, called ‘My Summer Love’ which is written in response to the current bushfires.

Please fill out all the boxes below. I will respond back to you with an email you can send the evidence (for the purposes of sending attachments). If email is not your preferred mode of communication, you can also provide your twitter in the text box.

Alternatively, you can contact me on Twitter or Facebook (below) and I will respond to a link with the poem when you have shown me receipts/evidence! This is probably the faster way of going about this process!

Year Reflections – Writing

In this reflection, I talk about my reflection’s fiction short listing, Envie Magazine, and my honours! Its been a great year of writing for me!

Dead Among Us

Dead Among Us is one of my most least-talked about projects but arguably, it is the one that has seen the most growth and development this year. It was shortlisted along with 10 other exicting new writers this year for the Penguin Random House Write It Fellowship. I received some formative feedback that can help shape the series (fantasy-permitting). Even though I did not enter the Final Round, I cleaned up and have some serious ideas moving forward for this novel. It also gave me a ton of motivation and validation regarding my fiction writing.

Thank you to alpha readers for helping giving feedback and supporting me!

Envie Magazine

Previously titled ‘Writing Community Newsletter’, ‘Envie: A Magazine for the Literary Curios’ has been an exciting new opportunity to be able to contribute to that has helped focus my love of writing and also help grow my lovely network of writers. With 6 Articles contributed this year, it has also been a good way to help me reflect on my own craft. My articles focus more on representation, my inner social worker is showing. I am loving being a part of a writing community effort that is designed to help and support fellow writers on twitter!

Thank you to the rest of the staff for being wonderful and providing very many fantastic reads.

Honours – Social Work Student’s Views Towards Same-sex parenting

After completing the initial proposal to my university’s ethics committee, I am now awaiting on my amendments to be accepted before diving into releasing my survey to Australian social work students. Its been an interesting time and my supervisors have been great sources of supports in revising and creating a clear direction for this research. The first semester of 2020 I will be writing the literature review component while also undertaking research and coding of the data that will be collected.

Having such a strong start is making me excited for the future of this research project, and looking forward to publishing into a social work/LGBTQIA+ related journal.

Summary of project at this point: We are investigating the opinions, attitudes, beliefs and views of social work students (in Australia) towards same-sex parenting through a anonymous qualitative survey. Social work students will be the new work force in the coming years and will essentially be encountering same-sex families on the front line. It is crucial to understand what their views are to see if we as a profession are able to meet social work’s social justice paradigm when working with these families.


Thank you for reading this post! Happy New Year! I will be posting my goals post in the coming week! You’ll notice these three only include on fiction piece, which is something I would like to work on moving forward with Christosfloratos.com and Christoast’s Thoughts.

Year Reflections – Poetry

This year has provided an exciting opportunity to be able to share my writing at a official and published capacity. This is the first of my year reflections post, specifically focusing on me thinking about my poetry this year!

Autumn, That Bastard

‘Autumn, That Bastard’ is my first poetry collection that I have publicly shared. This has been a great opportunity to show and have my poetry be read by anyone at anytime. Not all my poetry will be posted like this, but I wanted something that could be read without having to pay because, like my last poem ‘Stagnation’ hints, ‘fuck capitalism.’

Some  notes about the poems:

  • Authenticity – this poem felt like a great introduction to how I feel about stepping into the world of pseudo-published writing. The structure is also different enough from typical poems to generate initial curiosity into the collection.
  • Leviticus – I keep going back to this poem as one of my favourite poems out of this collection. The last line “No questions? No Question.” is something so powerful that I am so happy I produced. 
  • When Winter is expected – Lily’s death is something that I oddly still think about, even though she was a dog. That sentiment of ‘she is more than just a dog’ resonates throughout the poem, as she was an unforgettable part of my life and the least I could do was immortalise her in this poem.
  • Grey House – This poem originally started as a simple song I tried to write in my early learnings of the Saxophone when I was very young. The points of high I capture in the poem (moving to a new apartment) and the points of low (realising it was for the worst) came from me testing the combination of high and low notes.
  • The Apocalypse Cometh – This poem was written way before I even knew who Greta Thunberg was but now that I am aware of so much more regarding climate politics, to the point I think about the state of our world ecologically every day, this poem only strengthens the warnings that our planet is vulnerable.

Check out all the poems here!

Bubbles

Bubbles was a great collection to help support an organisation I very much appreciated. It was interesting centralising six poems over theme that I did not set. This collection, unlike ‘Autumn, That Bastard’, is exclusively available for those who contributed to my fundraising efforts this year as an incentive and thank you in supporting my efforts.

I felt creating a publication for it was very rewarding but also was a big time commitment I did not expect. Dabbling my foot into this design area has given be a better understanding of what I should be doing in future self-publishing endeavours if I choose that route. If I do not end up doing this, it will at least provide a lot of appreciation of how much it must take for an indie author!

Other Poetry Dabbles:

While not posted, I did work on some other poetry not a part of these two collections. These usually were inspired by some worldly event. It let me reflect on how and when I actually start to write poetry – what my drive is and where I am most likely to come up with poetic prose. Not much of this was at home, in fact, a lot of poetry sprung to me when I was on the go or doing something. I found my poetry routine, of sorts, and doing poetry outside these collections reinforced that this art is something I can work on but also isn’t something to be forced.

However, this is a different with my fiction writing where I take a more structured approach, which was very evident in how I prepared for the Write It Fellowship. More about this on my next blog post, reflecting on my other writing endeavours!