My Good People, I Give You: Amatonormativity.

The Path of Destiny - The Blue Moon Ch 6.

Hi everyone :-) I hope you enjoyed the last part. Here comes the next one :D

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After a while Arian returned with an armful of different bottles and packages.

“I did not know what was going to come in handy, so I took it all.” he folded them in front of Eunis, who began studied them. She carefully examined the writings of individual receptacles. Each contained a different amount of different fluids. Her attention was caught by one glass and brightly decorated bottle. Medicine in it was only at the bottom. When she turned, she saw neatly described by name label of the content.

“Look. Extract from Bortensis.” she smiled. “It will come in han....”

“Karmisha.” whispered Arian.

“Oh dear. I totally forgot about her.” she gasped. Arian turned and scuttled toward the house, where they left her. Eunis got up and ran after him.

“I´ll be back soon. Don´t go anywhere.” she called over her shoulder at Sankore. He had tried to sign her with a wave in approval, but then he twisted with painful spasms. Arian was standing in front of house when she caught up with him. They stared in disbelief at the remains of the front wall. Eunis felt chills ran down her spine. Her home. Arian stepped toward the door. He gently pushed them. The door cracked open with a creak and then fell to the ground with a thud. Cloud of dust was lifted from the ground. He slowly passed through into a dusty room. Eunis followed him slowly. Things were scattered on the ground. The furniture was broken and moved. It was hardly recognizable, it was the kitchen before. Eunis can´t believe her eyes. Who would do this? Then they went through the right door to her room. Arian stiffened. He stared at the pile of rocks beside the bed. Eunis go to look there too. She covered her mouth with her hand. One of quilts they gave Karmisha to the basket was peeping out from under a pile of debris. Then she turned to Arian. He clenched his fists tightly and closed his eyes. Upon his face a tear rolled down. He took a deep breath to calm himself. Suddenly the wind picked up. It blew through the empty window shutters and a ruined roof. Gently and quietly. It ruffled Arian´s hair and was fiddling with blue silk of Eunis´s dress. But it strengthened. Eunis put her hand on his shoulder. He looked at her.

“I'm so sorry.” she said, tears in corners of her eyes. Arian nodded sadly, but then he suddenly tensed. The wind abated, and then stopped to blow completely.

“What the ...” she said, but Arian had has gestured to her to be quiet. Then she heard it too. Weak scratching of small claws.

“You hear that?” he asked. She nodded. A quiet whine was added to the scratching. It was coming from under the bed. Arian knelt down and looked under the dusty wooden frame. For a moment he looked around there, then he fumbled with his hands there.

“Can you lift the bed little? I can´t fit there.” he asked her. Eunis raised the bed as high as she could, but even so, the difference amounted to only a few centimeters. It was heavier than it seemed. Arian´s upper half of the body disappeared under the bed.

“Hurry.” she insisted. “I can´t hold it much longer.”

“Don´t let go. It will be in a moment.” he assured her. After a moment he truly came out with a ball of gray in his arms. Once he was at a safe distance, she dropped the bed on the floor. Clouds of dust lifted, and all three choked. When the dust sat down, she saw what Arian was holding. Eunis smiled with a delight. Arian had held Karmisha. She was a gray from dust, but otherwise she fine. He was clutching her tightly to his chest, nearly crushed her. Eunis patted her hip. A pale green stripe of original color appeared in a gray fur. Karmisha shook the dust off. When she finished, she was again beautifully lush green. But Eunis with Arian were now whole dirty. But they didn´t mind at all. Mainly, Karmisha was fine. They came out in front of the house to take a breath of fresh air. Arian laid Karmisha down and started dusting himself. Eunis she looked at her bandaged leg. Carefully she removed the bandage and splint. Karmisha slightly stood on the injured leg. She quietly whimpered and limped to Arian.

“It looks good.” she said. “Only a few days and will be completely healed.” Arian looked thoughtfully at Karmisha that rubbed against his legs.

“I wonder how she managed to get under the bed with that hurt leg.” Eunis shrugged.

“We should go after Sankore.” she said. “I still have to look at his health.”

“That's right.” he agreed. He took Karmisha and went to the smithy. Sankore obediently sat in his place in front of a ruined smithy. He held his left arm and was saying something quietly. It had simple but nice melody. The words rhymed. Eunis with Arian sat beside him and listen to his melodious voice.

During recitation he was looking at the sky, but once he finished, he looked at his audience, smiling. Then his gaze turned to the small ball in Arian's arms.

“So this was the second emergency patient?” he asked, stroking her soft fur.

“Her name is Karmisha.” Arian said. “It´s a cub of Morphix and a good friend of mine. In the morning I found her injured, but Eunis cured her. I dare to say that you are now in very good hands.” Eunis blushed and blacksmith gave her a warm smile.

“Don´t mention it. Now I see how I can help you.”

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Occasionally I get asked about my outlining process, which is probably more than a little overwrought, but certainly easier to explain with visuals. I've shared this guide on twitter and insta, so I'm adding it here too, and hopefully there's something useful in it for you!

Agatha Christie: The ABC Murders

Everyone certainly knows the queen of detective stories. And she has the right to be called so. Only Shakespeare has sold more books than she does.

Agatha Christie (own name Agatha Mary Clarissa lady Mallowan) was borned 15. September 1890 in Torquay and she died 12. January 1976 in the United Kingdom. She worked as a volunteer nurse and a pharmacist in Ashfield. Experience gained over the years working with drugs, and often with poisons was used later when she was writing her crime novels. In 1956 she was appointed C.B.E. (Commander of the British Empire) and in 1971 Queen Elizabeth II. awarded her the title of "Lady of the British Empire".

Hercule Poirot and his dear friend captain Arthur Hastings received a wierd anonymous letter signed ABC. The letter predicted that in Andover, something will happen. And indeed it happened. An old newsagent A. Ascher is murdered and on the counter in the shop is opened alphabetic timetable, known by the acronym ABC. Premonitions that came Hercule Poirot to mind are filled. Like the good old days he follows the trail with his friend. However, another letters come with a warning about other murders - this time Betty Barnard on the beach in Bexhill and then the third - Lord Clark Carmichael in Curstonu. Every time the ABC timetable is near. It is clear that the murderer proceed alphabetically. But why? He chooses his victims based solely on their names? It must be resolved. This involve investigations by Scotland Yard.

The ABC Murders was her first book I read. And I didn´t end up with just this one. The way she wrote is incredible.The way the crime was commited, the way the criminal shuffled with evidences, how the inspector solved the case. Everything is just perfect and it must be hard to made up the crime and the solution.  And I love her so much...

Everybody should have ✨katsu✨ waiting for them on their timeline at the end of the day ♥️

It got me hooked right from the beginning <3

hehehe hooked, see what I did there :3

Title: The Property of Hate Author: Sarah Jolley The Property of Hate is an ongoing, graphic novel style webcomic by Sarah Jolley. The first page was posted in February 2012 and the archive totals 129 pages as of this writing. TPoH follows the story of RGB, on a quest to save his world, and a young girl known simply as ‘the Hero’, whom RGB has asked for help. It’s hard to summarize this one because there is so much that is, as of yet, unexplained. What exactly RGB’s world is and what is threatening it haven’t been revealed. What we do know is that it’s made of abstractions. Concepts are given physical form here. Lies, doubts, ideas, grief… all these things (and others) are living things that populate the world. Some of them are friendly, many are dangerous. So far the story is about our main characters’ journey toward “her” (Hate, I assume), and their dealings with the world’s inhabitants and each other. A fascinating read. This is a comic I stumbled onto completely by accident, and I’m happy I did. The art is nothing short of wonderful. The way that so many styles have been blended together is unique, pretty, and absolutely appropriate considering the setting. As far as the story goes, we don’t know what’s going on, and that’s… really good, actually. It sets a mood, and it’s an ominous one, if you ask me. The Hero has been through some awful stuff already, and we haven’t even met the titular character yet. Oh, and by the way, you will feel for the Hero. So, so much. All in all, it’s a well told story that gets you emotionally involved, keeps you wondering and guessing and waiting impatiently to find out what happens next. That said, resist the urge to rush through, read it carefully and pay attention, it’ll be that much more enjoyable. I love The Property of Hate. I think you will too. Read it here.

This guy here is Arian. He is 17 years old elf. He lost his parents in very young age and he has no sibling. He grew up in this village and he was raised by local headman.

He has emerald eyes and short blond hair. His usual clothes are a shirt with collar and pants. He is very known in their village and has a lot of friends. He trains really hard, he wants to become the next headman. He is a great swordsman and swipes with a sword like skilled warrior, although he didn´t experienced much real battles before.

Most of time he is really kind and friendly. He likes jokes and fun, but he can be very serious if necessary. He loves books, thanks them he know a lot of things. He also has a great sense of orientation. He never get lost. His memory is almost photogenic. Every his action is well thought out.

I know that I can´t draw people so they would look like people... I am more on animals... Sorry for that, hope you understand  :D

This made me so fucking angry I have to inflict it on all of you.

Damn, this bangs!!! 👌✨

The Golden Town

Okey... This one could sounds pretty cheesy, but it was the best I could do. It was our homework for some special class. We had to write a story of some kind of society with their own phylosophy principle. Because I am chemist and not a philosopher... here comes some cheesy clishe :3

In ancient times, the world passed on rumors about the famous Golden Town. All the buildings were made of pure gold, fabrics were woven of gold yarn and girls had golden eyes. But no one knew exactly where the town is located. It was said that it is hidden deep in the tropical forests to be protected against thieves. Kristof was blown away from the legend. Although he was a son of a local miller, he has fearless and indomitable spirit. Even since his childhood legends excited him, imagining how he walks in all places and becomes part of them.

Once he was twenty, he decided to find the Golden Town. Everyone tried to dissuade him, his father the most, but he already made up his mind. He took a sword and helmet from the blacksmith and went on a journey. He walked long and far. Just when he thought that this town cannot be found and wanted to give up, he saw bright glow in the distance. It was like a second sun leaning over the horizon. So he went to light. It was so strong that he had to cover his eyes with hand as he approached it. He went through dense shrubs and found himself on the edge of the valley. Underneath was the Golden Town. Rumors were true. Gold was everywhere. Kristof was thrilled and charmed by the shimmering beauty. Eagerly he ran down and passed the first street. There were people in shiny golden robes strolling around, elegantly and majestically. Once he turned the corner he saw a beautiful garden full of golden flowers. But as he stooped to pick some flowers, he found that they are really made of gold. Odorless and lifeless. He was sorry for them. So beautiful flowers and you cannot even smell them. Suddenly he noticed, that in the middle of the park sits on a bench young girl. She was beautiful, but she looked sad. He decided to approach her.

“Beautiful garden, is not it?” But the girl was still looking into the ground and was silent. Kristof has re-try it.

“My name is Kristof. And you?” Again, nothing. “Are you okay?”he asked finally. The girl looked up in surprise.

“Are you talking to me?”

“Yes. Nobody else is here.”

“You must be a stranger, when you talk to me.”she said.

“And why couldn´t I talk to such a beautiful girl like you?”asked Kristof. She smiled sadly.

“Nobody speaks with beautiful girls. The most beautiful of the town are selected as candidates and the most beautiful is then sacrificed to our God who gave us the gift of the Golden Town. Thanks to him we have these beautiful houses and gardens.”

“That seems silly. Giving a human life for a bit of gold.” But before she could answer, a bell rang in the distance. The girl quickly got up and ran from the garden. Surprised Kristof ran after her, but lost her in the streets.

Accidentally, he got caught up in a large crowd of people heading on a high hill on the edge of the town. The crowd stopped in front importantly looking older man. He was holding a cane decorated with serpent head and was dressed in a golden robe. Before him stood three girls. Among them was the one he met in the garden. She wore a small tiara. She looked more beautiful than before. But also much sadder. The man stepped in front of the first girl and held his cane in front of her face. Others around began to sing a strange tune. The man in front of her stood there for a moment and then lowered the cane on the ground. The girl sighed and the old man moved on to the next girl. It was the one from the garden. He raised his cane and stared into her golden eyes. Suddenly he raised his cane above her and everyone fell silent. The girl sadly looked down and the old man said:

“The king chose. This girl is the most beautiful of all and now will be sacrificed as gratitude for this wonderful Golden Town.”

”Stop it!”shouted Kristof. Others looked at him in surprise.

“How dare you disturb the ceremony!” admonished the old man.

“It's nonsense. It is stupidity to sacrifice a human life for a bit of gold.”

“A bit?”he slandered him. “Thanks to our God this whole town stands. Without him, it would not hold together. Thanks to this God have a place to live.”

“But what life is this? In fear. In false belief. You can live somewhere else. Leave and create a new town.”

“That's easy for you to say. God is merciful but he does not forgets. He is immortal. He would be chasing us for ever. Until we repay our debt. By this I command you to leave. And the rest of you continue.” Again began the melodic singing.”

Kristof turned to the girl meekly rising to the altar.

“Why do you listen to him? Why do you not defend yourself?” She looked at him

”I would, but I have no choice. If he gets angry, everyone will suffer.” He ran after her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her away. The crowd gasped and the old man shouted in all directions,

“Oh great and wise. Oh almighty. Come and punish this nonbeliever. Show him your power.“

Golden Temple on the hill began to shake. The earth trembled. Temple gate flew open and from its depths rushed giant snake. Huge golden scales glinting and reflected sunlight. He hissed menacingly and swallowed Kristof.

“No!”cried the girl. The old man said:

“Mighty God showed us how he punishes the guilty. Anyone who revolts his will would end in hell. Praise our God. Sing the song. Hear his wishes.”

People began to sing. The snake drew himself up in his entire length, enough to hide the sun. Suddenly he twisted and fell to the ground. From the serpent's body was sticking a sword. From behind him appeared Kristof. Everyone looked at him in disbelief.

“See?”he exclaimed. “Your God is dead. He was not immortal. He only used you for his own needs. And the city still stands. He was fooling you.” But as he spoke, the buildings began to dim and crumble. After a while nothing was left. The old man indignantly shouted:

“See what you did? God is dead, and the town now as well. You ruined our precious home.”

“But he saved a lot of lives.”said the girl. The man gave her a glare.

“It would never end. After my sacrifice would come other girls. Today's children, who have no idea what to expect, they will have to live in fear, who of them will go next. So it was until now, and it would have been over the next centuries. Although we do not have the gold we can live.”

“But our town is destroyed.”said a voice from the crowd.

“Exactly. This sinner put a curse on us!”said the old man.

“Stop already believe in the curses.” Kristof was persuading them.

“You can start a new life. Better life. Without unnecessary gods and without fear. You choose what you will do next. Nobody does not decide for you. Is it your way. You have to enjoy the life. You have to rejoice every day. Leave and create a new town. With wooden houses and real flowers in the gardens.”

“He's right.”said one young man. “Yes, let's go.”

“No. Wait!”said the old man. “You just want to leave our home? You really want to disobey God's will?”

“There is no God's will anymore.”replied the girl.

The crowd began cheering and followed Kristof toward a better life waiting for them. The life that will be remembered with a smile.