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[schnitzelbutterfingers]

the forgotten one- chapter 1

A/N: hiya there! chapter 1 is here!! i finally had some time to write chapter 1. it’s... angsty, as many of you all have guessed. we’ll see how abby is holding on and ethan’s reaction to what happened. a couple of things:

in this chapter, dr. sebastian ‘seb’ chacko (abby’s brother) and their mother jazmin chacko will make their debut! sebastian skipped two grades and is now the most famous and wealthiest neurosurgeon in the country. seb is 30 years old and is experienced in neurosurgery for 6 years. he is the only best friend of ethan ramsey.

seb and abby are both half-indians and half-mexicans. their mother is mexican and their father is indian. even though their father Abraham is spiteful and malicious , they still like being an indian and jazmin took the time to learn hindi (the official language of india) and malayalam (a south indian language and the one i speak). i am NOT a mexican, but i am an indian. there will be terms a couple of indian terms, so at the bottom, i will add a glossary of words, which will be bolded and will have asterisks (*).

and remember, abby is a 22 year-old second year resident and ethan ramsey is 30 years old with 9 years of experience in medicine.

forgive me if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes. lmk what you think! enjoy!

pairing(s): dr. ethan ramsey x mc (dr. abby chacko)

warning(s): angst angst angst I’M SORRY

word count: 2535

catch up here: prologue

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Ethan’s POV

Dr. Abigail Chacko. Abigail Chacko. Abby Chacko. Abby. Rookie.

She is all Ethan could think about while he is driving. 

It’s Friday night. Cars are honking. People are laughing. Lights are flickering. The world is spinning. Yet every fiber of his being is thinking about the one woman that managed to flip his world upside-down. The one woman who broke down all his walls. The one woman who challenges him every day and every night. The woman who he can say is his girlfriend... kind of.

Abby came into his life like a wrecking ball, pushing past every limit even he didn’t know.  When he went to the Amazon for two months, every part of him wanted to call her, ask her how she is doing, whether she received any PITAs, wanting to let her know that he still cared about her. 

Seb was mad, mad, when he found out what Ethan did to her little sister. The Chacko let him know what Abby was feeling then: emotional, depressed, crying, not even smiling. He even said that the little sister he knew and loved changed so much, he couldn’t even recognize her anymore. Hearing that made Ethan’s heart break more and more. He was the reason she was feeling emotional. He was the reason she was depressed. He was the reason she was crying day and night. He was the reason she wasn’t smiling.

But Seb was understanding. He knew about his trust issues. He knew about his family life. He knew about his childhood. And he knew that Ethan thought going to the Amazon, staying 3228 miles away from her, not calling her, was for her own benefit. Seb told him that he forgave him, because he knows that Ethan cares.

Even after coming back to the Amazon, he still had feelings for her. She occupied his mind every second of the day. What was thought to be effortless and trouble-free was challenging and strenuous. After a while, he surrendered and let himself accept her. From the dinner with the governor and the trip to the art gallery to the kiss outside of his apartment and the Mass Kenmore heist, he quit bearing his bottled up feelings for her. 

The Senator assassination attempt was the last straw. Seeing Abby, his Abby, so frail and feeble, her skin so pale, still delivered him those haunting memories from nightmares he would see. Every time he sees Abby, even after that incident, he never wanted to let her go, afraid that something terribly wrong would happen to her. 

He then realized he was the idiotic one, pushing he away a lot. He told her about his feelings for her, and Abby was more than enthusiastic to let him in. They did it in the car and in the ski resort, and he was never more joyful and ecstatic than before. Their relationship is getting more determined than ever.  

He desperately wanted to give her a ride, but couldn’t because her shift hadn’t ended yet. And something still bothers him that it was a terrible idea, but he decided to let those thoughts pass, afraid of being negative.

But love? Do I love Abigail? Ethan thinks to himself. The truth is... he doesn’t know. He never knew love was possible until he met her, the whirlwind. It may take him a little more time to answer that question.

Instantly, he hears his phone ringing, disturbing him from his musing. It’s Naveen, his mentor and old friend.

The attending answers the call. “Hello? Naveen? Is everything alright?”

In return, he hears an audible sigh. “No, son, nothing is alright. And it might stay that way for a while.”

Ethan starts becoming worrisome. Did anything happen to Naveen. Did he get an update on the hospital? Is this the end of Edenbrook? “Naveen? Are you talking about the hospital?” Ethan asks carefully. 

“Where are you now?”

“I’m driving home. Why?”

“... You might want to park the car somewhere if I need to tell you this.”

“...Why?

“Just listen to your mentor, son. Park your car.”

Ethan does as he is advised, wondering where this is going. “Naveen, you’re killing me. What is happening?”

Naveen paused for a long time. “When I tell you this, promise me you will not overrea-”

“Just spit it out, old man.”

Naveen sighs again, this time penetrated with grief and concern. “...It’s.. it’s Abby. She was stabbed-”

And that’s when Ethan cut the call, his mind racing, his heart thumping, driving recklessly back to the hospital.

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Seb’s POV

Chicago. Chi-town. Attractive city. The buildings. The lights. The horizon.

Him and Ethan were lucky to get huge penthouses overlooking their respective cities’ horizon. While Ethan doesn’t genuinely appreciate the view of Boston from his penthouse, the view of Chicago nonetheless manages to take his breath away.

Today was an exceptional day for Seb. He performed a successful decompressive craniectomy to a carpenter who was in a massive car crash. Seeing their family happy after he told them about the successful surgery made his heart leap.  A craniectomy cost a lot, so he made sure the carpenter’s family didn’t pay at all. 

That is Seb’s goal. To help everyone, even those who can’t afford treatment. That is Ethan’s goal. That is Abby’s goal. That is their goal. He’s fortunate to have Ethan as his best friend and Abby as his sister. He treasures them both.

Seb and Abby had a mierable childhood, living in Aurora, Illinois, but a different one from Ethan. The siblings both got abused by their father every single day, Abby being assaulted the most. The whips from the belt. The slaps from his hands. Being tied up and getting tortured. They still brought nightmares to Seb.  Abraham is a very wealthy and elite lawyer, “fighting for justice.” But whenever poor people trying to get justice and freedom come to his door, he knocks them out, only letting rich people enter. The comic part is that Seb, Abby, and Jazmin didn’t receive a single penny.

Jazmin would get injured a lot while trying to save them, but failed when his people seized her away, locking her up. Every morning Seb wakes Abby up for school, he would see bruises, scars, dried-up blood, and seeing them made Seb’s eye burn with tears. Since then, he promised himself he would free him, Abby, and thier mother, from that prison. Together they moved to Chicago, Illinois, but still receive threats from Abraham and his gang, saying they will come find them. 

Two weeks before was a nightmare for both Ethan and Seb. Their sister, Abby, was stuck in the Senator’s room, with gas they didn’t even know of. Seb and their mother, Jazmin, hastily packed their bags and booked their next flight to Boston, with Jazmin crying all the way, wondering if they’ll ever see their daughter again. Edenbrook and Mass Kenmore together found a cure, and he always wondered if, after that, Ethan Ramsey and Tobias Carrick ever reestablished their friendship. 

Abby told them they didn’t need to be here and that she will be fine, but they still stayed there a week. Eventually, she kicked them both out, but not without a lovely smile, saying she will see them later when she’ll come to Chicago. 

Seb was filled with joy and literally screamed at the phone when he found out that Ethan and Abby are in a relationship. He was kind of melancholy that they kept it secret, but was still filled with content that Ethan finally, finally, gave up the fight. When Jazmin found out, she made gulab jamun* with him to celebrate. They were both cheerful  Abby had finally found someone. Ultimately, Jazmin told Seb that he needs to find a woman, too, which he knew was going to happen.

Seb is staring out the window, thinking about how they all got into the positions they are now. The lights are flickering in his eyes, but he pays no attention to them, but to the sun setting on the horizon, like the glow of a burning fire. He is paying attention to the deep orange and the small tinge of purple streaked across the sky when he hears a sudden crash in the kitchen. When he looks behind, he sees a woman with wrinkles, flour all over her clothes.

Oh, Mother, Seb thinks with a grin. He tried not to laugh, but lost with a small chuckle. 

“Oh, stop making fun of your Amma*! Has Abby called you yet? She usually calls early.” Jazmin replies, worried all of a sudden.

Seb sighs, shaking his head. “No not yet. Probably stuck on some kinda case. What are you trying to make today?”

“Classic Tres Leches Cake* My family special! Wanna help me?” Her eyes light up.

“Sure. You have the three milks, right?”

“Yep! Follow me!” And with that, she prods off to the kitchen.

Seb laughs again, following her, until he hears his phone ringing. He walks over to the couch where the phone is and checks the caller ID. It’s Ethan Ramsey.

“Amma, hold on for one sec. It’s Ethan. Probably because I forgot calling him today.”

“Sure, Mone*! Take your time!”

Seb picks up the call. “Hey, Ethan! Sorry I didn’t get to call you. I performed a successful-”

“Seb.”

He hears the voice of a woman. A sound that he can recognize really well. “Harper? What are you doing with Ethan’s phone?”

Harper’s voice is tense. "He didn’t want to call you. He didn’t know how to call you.”

What? What is she saying? Did I do something wrong? “Harper, what are you talking about?”

Harper heaves a sigh. “It’s Abby. She got stabbed by one of the patients here at Edenbrook.”

Time stands still as he processes her words. Suddenly the sunset, the view from his penthouse, didn’t matter anymore. My sister. Stabbed. By some jerk. She barely survived maitotoxin and now this. Tears burn in his eyes, but he forced to blink them away. Was that why she hadn’t called today?

“...How is she now?”

“She’s now in an emergency surgery. The stab wound affected her liver, and they’re trying to fix-” At that point Seb heard too much. He cuts the call.

When he turned around, he saw Jazmin with anxious eyes. “Is everything alright?”

Seb looks at his mother in the eye, tears obscuring his vision. “Amma...”

He spills everything out.

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Ethan’s POV

Blood rushing. Heart hammering. Eyes reddening. Fear surrounding. 

The two emotions he can feel. Fear. Anger.

He wants, no, needs, to know who the hell stabbed his Rookie.

*Hours ago*

He walks into the hospital, each step with a thunderous clap, but at any moment, his legs could give away. Every one is looking at him with concern. He breezed through the hallways, eventually finding Naveen sitting on one of the waiting chairs. Naveen sights him and abruptly gets up.

“Ethan! I was trying to call you aga-”

“How is she?”

“Dr. Chacko was stabbed in the side, which affected her liver. They are performing an emergency surgery on her right now. Dr. Tanaka said to me that she will pull through.”

Ethan let go his sigh of relief, suddenly realizing that he was holding it for too long. He slumped down onto one of the waiting chairs, Naveen sitting next to him. “Are you alright, son?”

“Who hurt her? Who hurt Abby?”

Naveen exhales. “That’s what we don’t know. They said it’s a woman with grey hair, but she escaped from the hospital after stabbing Abigail. The security guards are checking the CCTV to figure out who it might be. And as for why, we don’t know. According to the patients in the ER, all Dr. Chacko did was ask the perpetrator why she was crying and the woman stabbed her. But don’t worry, my boy, they’ll figure it out.”

Rage fills through his blood as he hears Naveen’s words. She got stabbed. All because she was trying to assist a patient? If that ‘patient’ ever comes into his sight, he will break him or her. Break them. That’s all he wants to do. 

But he knows he can’t. He merely wants Abby to be alright. The surgery. 

At that moment, Harper enters the waiting room.

“Ethan? I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to call her brother and mother.”

Goodness. He forgot about that. His one and only best friend. How is he supposed to tell him that? Most of all, her mother. She was sobbing so hard when she found out that Abby was exposed to a deadly toxin. If he tells them that Abby was stabbed, how are they supposed to handle the news?

“Harper? Can you do me a favor and call them for me?” Ethan decides. “I don’t think I have the strength in me to call them.”

“Sure, Ethan. Whatever you need.” Harper says sympathetically.

Ethan hands her his phone and tells her his passcode. All the while Ethan wants to break down and mourn. He wants to punch the wall repeatedly until his knuckles bleed.

“Ethan?” he is knocked to the present by Naveen. Ethan abruptly stands up.

“Naveen, any word on Abby?” he asks worriedly.

Naveen flashes him a brilliant beam. “The surgery was successful. She’s sleeping now.” He pauses for a moment. “Also, Seb and his mother will be arriving in a few hours.”

“That’s great.” Suddenly, he remembers. “... Did you get any word on the perpetrator?”

The chief’s smile falls into a frown. “Ah, I was... hoping you wouldn’t ask that.”

Ethan eyes his mentor and friend suspiciously.”...Why?”

Naveen takes a deep breath. “Are you sure you want to hear this, Ethan? Because I don’t think you’ll be ready.”

“Just tell me who it is already, damn it!” Ethan glares.

“...It’s your mother, Ethan. Louise Ramsey. She was the perpetrator.”

The attending’s heart stops. Time stands still. All the motions pause as Ethan consumes this news in. His bowels turn to ice water. Fear overtakes him. Rage fills his blood. Emotions are piling up.

My mother? My mother?

“Naveen? Please just tell me that you didn’t say what I think you said.”

“I’m sorry, son.”

At this point, Ethan has heard enough and starts punching the wall, blood spilling from his knuckles, the wall breaking. It’s my fault. My god, it’s all my fault! I started believing in this woman again, only to be hurt again. This time, almost taking the woman I lo- 

“Ethan, STOP!!” Naveen’s voice cuts his thoughts off.

“I don’t care anymore. I’m gonna break that woman when I see her again.” Ethan’s growl is more than scary. It is haunting.

As Naveen tends to Ethan’s wounds, he can’t help but wonder:

How is he ever going to encounter Abby again?

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MYSTERY MAN’s POV

What Ethan doesn’t know is that a man is standing at the corner of the hallway, with a petrifying smile.

Yeah right, Ethan. Go ahead. Try to break Louise Ramsey. I dare you.

The thing is: you can’t. It’s alright to try. But you won’t succeed. Like she told Abby...

The game has just begun.

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A/N (2): any guesses on who the mystery man is??

GLOSSARY

gulab jamun: an indian sweet which is sugary and sweet AND IS SO GOOD INDIANS CAN YOU RELATE

amma: an indian word which means ‘mother’ (i’ve only heard south indians (like me) using this word, but maybe north indians use this word??

classic tres leches cake: (had to do some research) a mexican cake made with three types of milk: evaporated milk, condensed milk, and heavy cream.

mone: means ‘son’ in south india.

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[victorianwestpiano]

The death of Holt Farrier’s mom.

For the ones who had read my fanfic, An Unexpected Visit, you may remember that my OC Jerry Farrier, Holt’s father, mentioned that his wife Dorothy Farrier died at childbirth giving birth to Holt.

Since Dorothy “Dory” Farrier is another OC I created, my headcanon goes like this: Dory and Jerry decided to have a family right after Jerry returned from the Civil War, the couple were already on their mid 30′s so they wanted to have a child as soon as possible. And some months later they made it, Dorothy gets pregnant making her and Jerry happy and anxious, not wanting to wait the birth of their son, or daughter.

Dory knitted all Holt’s baby clothes and toys, everything that will go for thier kid was handmade, never bought. Also, Dory had a habit of singing to her belly every night before to sleep. 

Dory had black hair and eyes, just like Holt, she was very sensible and sweet with a strong character. It would seem that emotionally, she and her son are very alike, while physically Holt takes after his dad.

Unfortunately, the night Holt was born, the job of childbirth was to much for Mrs Farrier, she gave birth to her son on their house, in her bedroom. Jerry was suggested by the doctor to wait outside the bedroom, since around that time period the father had to be away from their wife during childbirth. So he could only stay there, listening to his wife’s screams, looking at the room’s door.

When everything ended and the baby cries started to be heard, Jerry stormed into the room only to find Dory covered in blood and their child under her arm but she didn’t had enough strength to hold his little body, only his tiny hand. Jerry approached his beloved.

“Dory!” Jerry exclaimed alarmed holding Dory’s hand. “The doctor told me you’re...you’re goin’ to...die, but that ain’t happenin’...” he breathed.

“My love...” Dorothy said with the strength she had left, “I- I am dyin’, Jerry, I’m dyin’... I’m... tired.”

“No, my love, you’re not going to die!” Jerry exhaled squeezing Dory’s hand, “You’re strong, I know you are.” then he looked at their baby who was on her left side, his little head resting on Dorothy’s armpit, snuggling his face on her chest and his tiny left hand being held by their mother’s. The agoniving woman slowly turned her head to see him, smiling, then she looked back at her husband.

“We have... we have a boy... a beautiful son...” Dory replied “...his name... his name will be Holt, like my father...his name is Holt, Jerry.”

Jerry’s tears started to fall and his own smile appeared, “If that’s the name you want, my love it will be.” Mr Farrier glanced at his son, covered in brown sheets, “Holt.” he brethed with joy hearing his child’s name from his voice. “Is a good name.”

Dory smiled at her huband’s reaction by her choice.

“Our son will be a man among man, he’ll be a king, my love, a king!” Jerry squeezed Dorothy’s hand again desperately, “I’ll teach him everything I know”.

“He’ll be Jerry...yes, he’ll be a king... but... I... won’t be there.” Dory sobbed, “The only thing... I regret... is... that I won’t be there for him--”

“Shhhh, don’t say that,” Jerry caressed his wife’s face, “we’ll see him grow, you’ll be the best mom ever, no, you’re already are--”

Dory interrupted him by laying her other hand over his, “Jerry...I can’t go on...” her tears fell like waterfalls alongside her sweat “I’m dying... you have to raise him... alone...I’m sorry.” her hold started to loosen up but Jerry caught her hands and kissed them passionately, trying to quiet his sobs.

“Dory...” Jerry breathed in pain “I can’t, I can’t do it without you, Holt needs ya, I need ya. What am I goin’ to do without you?”

Dory rose her right hand and gently stroked her husband’s face, her body was shaking a bit, “You will... continue... ‘cause you’re strong, you’ll... know how to... let me go...” each breath for her was painful, the room became more blurry for her and the rest of her body slowly started to get numbber.

“Dory...” Jerry sobbed lening on her touch grbbing her hand, closing his eyes.

“Promise me Jerry... promise me you’ll take care of him... that you’ll... protect him. Promise me you’ll protect him... my love... protect our son...” Dory felt her head heavier, her voice sounded more like a weak and desperate whisper, “Promise me...Jerry... promise me...take... care... of... him...” with that, Dorothy gave her last breath, her left arm fell slowly, surrounding her son again.

Jerry, who was still with his eyes closed and holding his wife’s hand, nodded at her petittion, “I promise, I promise you my love.” without hearing an answer and Dory’s grip loosened. Mr Farrier opened his eyes and found his partner’s eyes closed and her whole body inert. Jerry’s own eyes widened in horror.

“Dory?...Dory!!!” Jerry screamed, “No, no, no!!! My love!” the cowboy carefully hugged Dorothy’s, burying his face on her neck, crying desperately, “Please, please don’t leave me!!” he stayed like this for half an hour, rocking her body until he heard Holt’s own cries.

The cowboy glanced over to see his baby with watery eyes, Jerry’s body was shaking but he slowly rested Dory’s body and very carefully picked Holt up, he was a very tiny baby who fitted in his father’s hands.

Jerry rocked his son to calm him, holding him tight in his arms. Jerry did his best to not let his tears fall in his son’s face, “Shhh, don’t cry Holt I’m here, I’m here...” he said “ I promise... that nothing will happen to you... as long as I am here. I’ll take care of ya my boy,” Jerry looked at Dory once more and to his son again, “I’ll take care of you, Holt” Mr Farrier kissed Holt’s forehead and hugged him tight, letting out his cries of sorrow.

#holt farrier #an unexpected visit #Fic #fanfic #mini fic #dumbo fandom #death #sadness #mourn #father and son #oc #Headcanon

[sassheliosazuras]

All of them XD (but 7-10 would be good too)

I went with all of them, because I am insane ;P So enjoy if Sass was a NPC.

1. Would they be recruitable?

Yes, though class specific at first in one of the original storylines, and afterwards available to all classes post KOTET.

2. Would they be a class specific character? (ie. Imperial Agent only. Republic character only)

Jedi consular class only in vanilla storyline. Post KOTET available to all classes.

3. When would you recruit them? Vanilla story? an Expac? Post KOTET?

For Jedi consular in the vanilla story just as chapter two begins. Qyzen Fess comes to you with a plea to travel to a remote part of Tatooine, he won’t explain why, just that the mission is urgent and must be discreet.

4. Where would you recruit them from?

Tatoonie, at the site of an old and remote star-ship crash.

5. What would their recruitment mission be?

As you draw near you can make out the faded words, ‘Stardream.’ On a broken hull. Suddenly the sounds of a speeder could be heard coming from a nearby dune. As you and Qyzen turn towards the sounds, you can make out a figure racing towards you.

As they draw near and stop just a few yards away. A tiny Jawa hops off the speeder and starts to make frantic gestures. The man nods before giving those eager tiny hands some vials of a glimmering purple paste. Turning towards you the figure tilts his head in curiosity before turning his attention to Qyzen. “Grandfather, do you trust them?” He asks voice muffled by the helmet.

“I do my daughter’s son.” Qyzen replies voice soft and sure. “Then I do also, hopefully she will to.” As soon as he said this a woman appeared from thin air, her stealth shield flickering. She was a older chiss woman with short graying hair and a scowl, looked over at the trio. 

“It’s time.” She says with a imperial accent cocking her rifle. Qyzen and his grandson both nod, Qyzen holds you back asking you to stay behind with the Jawa. 

He asks for you collapse the ship if monsters make their way out of the entrance. Puzzled you ask him what monster? At this he shakes his head before following the other 2 inside the ship.

Hours pass you and Blizz make a little camp and tent out of the supplies left.  Soon it becomes night and still nothing stirs from within the ship.

Just as the sun begins to rise  three hunched figures make thier way out of the entrance covered in goo. Qyzen is carrying a sack…that appears to be moving?

All three stick themselves with a needle. The strange man takes off his helmet, revealing a young chiss smiling, leaning over the sack he bent down whispering, all the while giving the cloth a gentle caress. 

“I have it all set up, it’s safe and remote.” The chiss woman said, eyes averted, careful not to look at the sack the Trandoshan held, and ignoring the soft whimpers coming from it. 

All three turn towards you, with the young chiss extending his hand in a handshake. “My name is Sass, I am a knight of the Jedi order. Thank you so much for your help and trust in this matter.”

“My grandfather has asked that I take his place and help you on your journey, will you have me?” Sass asked smiling.

Here you get a choice between Sass or Qyzen to continue your journey with.

6. What would be their original recruitment outfit?

Sass would have been off traveling about the galaxy the last few years, and both chiss looks and Jedi robes would have drawn too much unwelcome attention during that time.

So he stole some armor off a Mando he’d defeated, and won the helmet in a game of sabacc, the outfit was effective in keeping curious strangers at arms length (particularly the grenades, though they are merely for show.)

Though traveling with you now he would ditch the helmet in private or on the ship.

7. Would there be a character they don’t like? Would that cause you to choose sides?

Tharan Cedrax for consular, particularly with a female consular and Nadia when Sass catches Tharan creeping on them. Probably offer to ‘talk’ to him and make him stop if you and Nadia wanted.

8. Are they romancable? Why/why not?

I want to say yes, but bioware didn’t realize bisexuals existed before the shadow of revan expansion  :{ … I won’t do that to Sass, his sexuality was the one thing he was able to keep for himself from the Jedi order, a choice all his own.. Post- KOTFE? Available for romance for all classes and genders. Provided you are kind to him and not a crazed edge-lord.  

9. What would they say if you clicked on them?

“Can we explore a bit more?” “Cool outfit.” “Where does this path lead?.” “Please quit poking me.”

10. Do they know any other in game characters? (ie. trained under Satele Shan during the civil war. Knew Talos before he went to Hoth)

Sass knows Qyzen Fess as his adoptive grandfather, and was Satele Shan’s Padawan for several years.

Also knows Blizz as he did bribe him to show him the location of the crashed ship on Tatoonie.

11. What weapon(s) would they have?

Twin duel-blade lightsabers, each blade containing a ‘Advanced Black-Blue Eviscerating Crystal.’

12.Are they better as a tank, healer or DPS?

DPS all the way, :D    

No really don’t ask him to heal you he’s not a great healer, and far to skinny for you to hide behind as a tank.

13. What gifts do they Love? Like? What would they say when you gave them a gift?

Favorite would be Luxury, love would be courting, and likes would be Trophy and Weapons.

Sass’s absolute favorite would be, Exquisite Cooking Spices. He’d probably make a meal for you with the spices. :}

14. What would they say if you sent them away/changed them out?

“Take care.” “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t love.” 

And Sass will blow you a kiss if romanced.

15. What do they say when they heal you? What do they say when they are attacking?

Heal;  “Hold still”, “Don’t look,”

Attack; “ Not today!” “Surrender!” “No holding back.”

16. What’s their idle chatter like? Do they talk a lot (when you arrive on each planet) or do they suddenly say something in some strange places?

On his home planet on Illum during the false emperor saga when entering the crystal caves.

“I used to play here with my mother, we used to gather the crystals and shine a light on them, creating a rainbow. We danced in that rainbow til my mother and I were breathless and laughing.”

And when entering the Illum temple. “My grandparents raised me and my mother here, thank the stars, Master Yuon isn’t alive to see our home like this.”

On Rishi, “I dreamed long ago as a babe of seeing blue waters, lush greenery and feeling a warm breeze on my face…May we stay a while? Please?”

17. What letter’s would they send post vanillia class story/SOR/KOTFE

A letter of Gratitude, A letter of Hope, and A letter of Promise to find you.

18. If they are recruitable in vanillia story, where are they during KOTFE/TET? What are/were they doing?

Sass would be helping Lana and Theron set up safe houses for their agents and for Jedi fleeing to the unknown regions. Probably discreetly recruiting members for the eventual Alliance.

And of course helping Lana plan your rescue. He would never forget a friend.

#oc sass #asks #chiss #swtor #swtor oc #i did them all because i'm insane #;p #still it was interesting to say the least

[edeioninkina-a]

ONE. 

“My liege, are you sure this is going to work?”

King Petric Danfert glanced sideways at his gaunt, too-thin personal adviser. The man wrung his hands, tugged at the collar of his dark brown suit jacket and kept checking the watch at his wrist. They stood just inside Gathin Manor, the Alsalian Royal Family home, awaiting their guide to appear. The entry way was nothing more than a half-circle of a room with two hallways springing out from either side. In front of them, there was a large television displaying news reports. On Petric’s other side was his guard, a silent hooded figure. With each passing second of absolute silence, the adviser’s fidgeting increased. Petric wanted to grab him by his scrawny neck and squeeze the life from his lungs. One look at his other guard said he was considering the same thing.

“Do you not believe in your king, Merrin?” Petric arched a light brow.

 The adviser stiffened, his gray face turning even paler at the ice in his king’s tone. “Of course not my liege. It’s just that…it’s been so soon after your coronation. Shouldn’t you…wait? I only mean…as your adviser.”

 Petric sucked his teeth. “And you’re only my adviser because I’ve yet to hire another one. If you couldn’t advise my late father, then I don’t believe you’re in any place to give me advice.”

 The weak-spined figure slouched into his clothes. Petric held the urge roll his eyes. Luckily, the sound of footsteps drew his attention from the adviser. There was a young Alsalian coming toward them. Shoulder length black hair fell over blood red eyes set in deep copper skin. Long pointed ears peaked from his locks, adorned with silver ringlets and jeweled wires. Trailing behind was an even younger female with even longer silver hair, similar eyes and tawny brown skin. Both of them wore silk dress gowns of the royal family in deep blue. The long flowing sleeves hid their hands, and the tails trailed slightly behind them. The crest on their chest noted them as the children of the Alsalian Queen. Surprising they would send children to bring the enemy further into their nest.

 “Ah…King Petric, beilai vo Gathin Manor. We are…happy for you to join our banquet this night,” said the elder, struggling to speak in their common language, Fioren. He looked nervous, but made perfect eye contact with Petric. Behind him, the female was stern-faced as she looked at the small entourage. The male reached up his right hand to his right cheek in an elegant motion and then out in front of him as if in a welcoming gesture. Petric noted it as something of a bow, and nodded. It wasn’t without a faint shiver down his spine that he noticed the young male’s tattooed hand. The boy was an apprentice of the most adept magic user in Alsales. Petric wanted to look over at his hooded guard, but was caught in the boy’s stare.

 “It is our pleasure, your highness,” Petric flashed a small smile that brushed away his unease.

 It seemed to brighten the prince as well, and he flashed a small smile in return. The princess didn’t change her demeanor at all, and turned on her heel. The tail of her gown spun behind her as the prince startled.

 “Ah, right this way!” he gestured, almost losing his formal composure. Petric stared after them for a moment, his mind churning with the plan he was about to begin. These were children. They would not understand. He started forward down the burgundy carpet. It was the only hint of color in the ornately carved white halls of the manor. A high window in stained glass caught only a hint of light from the moonlit sky outside. Petric didn’t attempt to catch what was depicted. Something told him he wouldn’t like it.

 After passing three doors in silence, the prince gestured to a pair of large double doors. With a flash of a smile, he made a gesture and offered an open palm to the door. It opened inward. The prince waved them inside and Petric followed suit without hesitation. Inside was the banquet hall, a high ceiling room with multiple circular tables. At the front was one long set up where the Queen of Alsales sat. She looked as stern-faced as her daughter. The Prince once again took the lead. Arched ceilings depicted colorful designs and paintints. Wars long pas, a tribute to the gods Valden and Eleste, and even one to the god of chaos, Solnaer. Petric held back a smirk the image. The room smelled of spices and bread with the distant aroma of meats. Despite himself, Petric felt his stomach growl in anticipation. It would have to be ignored. Thier window was not a long one.

 They weaved past empty dining tables set with an elegant white linene and plate set at each chair. The manor staff milled about, doung their business as the group reached the main table. Petric was bowing before the Prince had a chance to make the proper introductions. Th Queen stood and offered her own bow in return.

 “Ah…Edeioninkina Ahn and K-Kin Petric…” The young Alsalian trailed off with a glance at his mother who gave the slightest nod. Petric caught the returned gesture from the Prince before wilted and drew back from them.

 “Atayo, Chasaya,” the prince gestured at his sister. She paused and Petric locked eyes with her. He stiffened a the stern, wary expression before she turned to follow her brother.

 Petric’s attention returned to the Queeen. Chaska was average height for her kind, but she was quite a few inches taller than Petric. He hated having to look up at her. She was elegantly dressed in more ornate silks than her children. Her golden, tan skinned tone made the striking white of her hair stand out. Jewels adorned her head in a crowned chain. Petric could have mistaken her for a dainty flower, but he knew better. Her beauty was dangerous. Petric could marvel but hew knew what and who she was: a lesser, savage being. These people needed to know thei place.

 “Are we too early? It seems rather empty for a dinner party, Edeioninkina Ahn,” Petric said. By the fainy twitch of Chas’as nose he had butched the title spectacularly.

 “Not at all,” Chaska said, accente tone showing how little she used the common language. “The other guests will arrived shortly. I believe we have less ceremonial business to discuss first.” Her faze shifted to the three figures hanging behind Petric. She, too had a pair of female Alsalian at her side. Petric guessed they were personal guard, but they wore no idenitfying markers on the uniform.

 “This is my personal advisor, Merrin and my two personal guard: Volzona and Dar,” Petric introduced.

 “It is very pleasured to meet you, er-- my Queen.” Merrin fumbled and Petric knew he would be dead soon. By his hands.

 At Petric’s other side the far more confident Volzona stepped forward. He offered a hand in bow. A flash of his most characming smile came forth on his handsome face.

 “Edeioninkina Ahn,” he said in a near perfect accent. “Theiderai vo honored to be in attendance to his momentous occation,”

 Piercing eyes scrutinized Volzona like a ferocious beast ready to pounce, before she offered a slightly too sharp smile. “Dacha. Please settle yourselves.” Chaska gestured to the chairs opposite the guard on her left. Petric bowed his head and rounded the long table. Sniveling behind, Merrin mumbled just loud enough for Petric to hear above the low conversation of the mansion staff.

 “She knows we’re up to something.”

 Petric narrowed his steel eyes. Merrin wilted into his hgih collar. “If that’s the case, then your nervous display and unchecked tongue are the reasons.”

 Merrin tugged at his collar and saidn othing further. Petric took his seat with both guards on either side of he and the shivering adviser. Volzona draped himslef in his chair with one booted foot a loft on his knee. He fashed another smile at the Queen’s guard beside him who resolutely ignored him. Petric thought he was having far too much fun, but Volzona was his favorite for a reason. The quiet guard opposite Merrin remained still.

 “Does ‘Dar’ ever speak? Volzona said, peering over at the figure. “Doesn’t that look strange?”

 Petric supposed it could be and was about to respond when the Prince returned from the table he and his sister had been sent. The young Alsalian went straight to his mother and whispered something in her ear. The Queen nodded and gave an unrestrained smile. At the sight of the Prince’s tattooed hand, Petric held back a shiver. He certainly hoped they wouldn’t have to deal with such a strong opponent. As young as the Prince apparently was, it seemed he was aleady well into his Zard Apprenticeship and was on the path to become a Master soon. Petric was no expert on magic use, but he was well aware that Alsales boasted the strongest of them.

 Petric could only hope ‘Dar’ could handle the threat.

 “Honored Guests,” began the Prince, addressin Petric directly, “We are soon beginning the feast. Our doors shall open and the witnesses will enter. Once we have dined, we shall be starting our ceremony. This is a good occasion for Alsales and Loesis. We are on a track of peace after so much time fighting. I am Chain Dulin, Child of Valden and son of the 16th Edeioninkina Ahn Chaskalena and I declare myself a witness.”

 Something to do with being the eldest son, Petric imagined. Why had he not waiited until the guests arrived?

 Chaska rose from the center of the table and with palms outstretched spoke something in Alsalian. The dim lights brightened to near blinding intensity and Petric held his breath as the previously empty tables revealed the guests. He stiffened, but otherwise kept his expression neutral. He couldn’t allow them to see his surprise-- his fear. He did not want to doubt, but there was the slightest bit of alarm that their plan would not come to fruition. The audience was made up on at least one hundred in attendance. Three camera men stood at attention on opposite corners of the room. He could not imagine that ‘Dar’ would be able to deal with all of these Alsalians. Petric kept from glancing over at the hooded guard and only smiled, breathing in a slow breath. Beside him, Volzona had not flinched. Merrin was white as a sheet. Volzona broke the silence with a low clap and Petric followed suit. Whether that was the appropriate response or not, it seemed the Alsalians were amused either way.

 “Dacha!” the Prince bowed as if he had been the one to raise the invisible veil. The Queen took her seat. The young Prince turned to everyone seated. “Edeioninkina Ahn has some words to speak to all of you, the witnesses of this new friending--friendship between Alsales and Loesis.”

 To his seat the Prince went, and Petric scanned the Alsalians seated. They, too, were watching, likely worried something was about to happen. He saw wary expressions on more than half of those present. The Princess was still watching him, sharp eyed gaze never wavering. Beside her, he noticed another young male with blond hair and a strong jaw. Even seated Petric knew he would tower over him easily. A half-blooded Ildrat himself, Petric still did not reach the shoulders of these people, even the young ones who had yet to reach maturity. It made him bristle.

 All eyes turned to Chaska, though she did not rise. She remained seated, back straight against her dining chair. It was no more opulent than the rest of them, nor so high backed. Still, she somehow exuded the sense of being taller, set apart and above. Petric wondered if he exuded the same kind of presence and felt faintly foolish for it.

 “You all must be starving. Soon you shall feast upon the spoils of what Praxon and the Vadya have given us. But I ask for a moment. Lend us your faithfulness that this union of powers will become the next generation’s normal. Despite all the fighting, despite all the miscommunication of the past, I hope we can set a new precedent here. That between myself and King Danfert we will be able to see allies instead of enemies.” Chaska turned toward Petric and their eyes met. Those blood red orbs saw into the future, Petric thought. She was simply saying this while knowing he would turn on her the second he had a chance. At least, that is what he imagined. There was the slightest part of him that wanted to turn back on his convictions. Didn’t peace sound like the very thing he wanted?

 But these people were too strong and too powerful. The Ildrat thought themselves above the rest of the world. Veruna like himself and countries like Loesis would be subject to them. They would always feel lesser, weaker. Alsales thought themselves above Loesis, and wanted them to bend. They wanted Loesis to simply state that this was alright. Peace dictated by Alsales could not be peace at all. They had not come to any mutual agreement. This meeting was occurring only because the previous king of Loesis, Petric’s father, had died during the last altercation. Petric was half-blooded, part Loesian and part Alsalian. They thought this was the perfect opportunity. But little did the elity of Alsales know: Petric’s mother wanted nothing to do with Alsales. She thought she should have been queen instead of Chaska. But that did not happen and she was left to whisper in another’s ear.

 Petric listened to all the stories his mother had ever told: how Alsales was simply a place of bloodthirsty warriors. They were all savage people, and there were few like herself that escaped such a mindset. Who else would he trust when she had once lived in Alsales herself? Petric did not know of all the petty hatred his mother felt, but it didn’t matter. Petric had seen for himself the bloodshed that the Alsalians were capable of whether provoked or not. They were hateful creatures, much like the rest of the Ildrat. They spoke of wanting alliances between the themselves and the Veruna, but the truth was that they saw Veruna as the lesser beings. Petric had long since said he would not allow that to be the case. His father may have been his frail back if such a hand had been outstretched during his reign, but that man was dead and now it was Petric alone who served on the throne. He would see the victory his father never managed. This would be it, right here and now.

 The farce the Alsalian Ildrat were putting on for him now was simply that. He could not allow this display to turn his convictions. That was exactly what they wanted so when the time came they could wipe Loesis off the map.

 “But, of course,” Petric said after a pregnant pause. Chaska’s head tilted slightly, eyes narrowed on her guest. He only smiled, ignoring that feeling of being trapped. It was not he who was trapped. “I look forward to the both of us working together.”

 There was applause now from those gathered. Petric looked over as Chaska took her seat again. The tension that had been so heavy in the air seemed to disperse. The manor staff began filing out of the doors from either side of the large dining hall. They carried dishes upon massive trays that seemed to practically float above their palms. Petric watched as they rounded each table before finally coming upon those seated at the head. He glanced at Chaska for any sign of annoyance at this disrespect, but she seemed to be undisturbed. He would have never allowed his guests to be served first. The thought was soon brushed off as a gently smiling server came before him and bowed his head briefly.

 “For you, King Danfert,” said the server with surprisingly clear diction that lacked even Queen Chaska’s apparent accent. “I hope you enjoy it. It was prepared especially in a way that would be enjoyable to the Loesian palate. Our chef would love to hear your praise…or criticism so should it be.”

The plate was full of Alsalian delicacies, of which Petric was well-acquainted from his mother. Artfully piled meats were surrounded in a citrus smelling sauce that curled about the white plate in decoration. A bowl of greens and potatoes settled next to the plate, with a basket of bread place between he and his companions. Petric couldn’t help the growl of his stomach. Before he even though to touch his meal, the king glanced over at his hooded companion who remained as still as a statue even as the server spoke to him. As the server walked away, it was only then that the hooded figure turned to look. Petric could see nothing beneath the hood except for the strand of twisted hair. It was unnerving unable to see the other’s face like this. Dar gave the slightest hint of a nod, and Merrin sighed audibly between them. Petric restrained from pushing the adviser’s face into his plate of food.

 Opposite him Volzona had already begun swallowing his food without care. Petric arched both brows. “Aren’t you even the slightest bit worried this is poisoned?”

 Volzona tore into a piece of thrite meat and shrugged. He swallowed a swig of alcohol before speaking. “I did what I had to before we came. What did you think I was downing? Esol? I drank enough elixir to make me immortal. If there’s poison in this meal, I’ll be sick in twenty minutes.”

 “Then I guess I’ll wait,” Petric flashed a smile.

 “What do you think I’m here for, my liege?” Volzona picked up another sliver of meat and began chewing.

 Merrin checked his watch, tentatively picking at the food on his own plate. Dar was now an animated pile of cloth, carefully testing each piece before it disappeared into his hood. Petric took that as a sign over anything else that the meal could be eaten. Wary as he was, if Dar wasn’t worried, then things would be fine. Their partnership was tentative, but he knew the other wouldn’t put him in any danger until his plans were met as well. And Petric would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t starving. They had driven almost without stop from the capitol city to Alsales’ border. Petric had taken on far more daunting tasks as a soldier, but it had been some time since he’d shortened a two day’s journey into one as they had.

 Petric cleaned his plate with as much grace as he could muster, not wanting to appear a famished fool. The seated guests were speaking among each other, but he could catch the various eyes on him every so often. They were waiting just as he was waiting. Just as he was finished with his meal, Chaska’s guard tapped him on his shoulder. Petric had no noticed her rise from her chair and he almost startled.

 “Forgive me, King, but Edeioninkina Ahn wishes for your company beside her.” The guard gestured to the now empty seat, and Petric frowned slightly as he rose. He dared a glance at Dar but the figure did nothing. Volzona had stilled his movements, watching like a hawk. Petric didn’t blame him for the obvious aura of threat that emanated from the general’s being. There was a reason the guards were between them, after all. But Petric settled down, fixing the tails of his dark suit for a more comfortable seating. Chaska appraised him with those horrible eyes of hers and Petric kept his gaze upon the tables too many feet away.

 “You said there were things we had to discuss before the ceremony,” he said simply.

 Chaska nodded and her silver hair glistened like star shine in the dim overhead lights. If he looked upon her too closely, he felt as if he would fall under her spell. At one time, she had been a soldier just like he. On the battlefield she had been known as the Harbinger of Fire and everyone who had met her sword was felled. Petric remembered their first meeting out in the Dead Lands between their armies and how his sword had not even touched her. Chaska’s blade had been too close, trimming his dark hair and leaving a scar on his right cheek. He had stumbled into the dirt and mud, and she had screamed over him to surrender. Surrender and you won’t die, child. Because that was what he was to an Ildrat that had leaved two centuries more than he.

“Who would have thought we would be seated in the same table, eating the same meal?” Petric continued, because she wouldn’t.

 Chaska laughed, like something beautiful and wicked. “We wouldn’t be if it wasn’t for my own intentions. I believe and hope you can agree with me that our people would much prefer to end this futile conflict. We will wipe each other out if we continue, you know.”

 Petric looked over at her now and tried to reconcile her with the Ildrat of his nightmares. The wraith that had been covered in dirt and blood and emanated fire like a cloak. This queen was a being of near celestial beauty. If he was not so aware of her savage nature, he may have believed her to be a delicate flower. It wouldn’t take too much for him to cease their plan. He could tell Dar to forget. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? Dar would not forget nor back down. He had his own reasons for following the King into the fray and there would be no going back now. Was it wrong of him to combat peace from one who had spared his life?

 “Yes, I suppose.” Petric twisted the utensils between his fingers, feeling the need to fidget. The red fabric of the table cloth was as blood colored as her eyes and all he could see was the sea of it. Whose would it be? His or hers? Petric wouldn’t it allow it to be his. “I approve of the concept. But you know sooner or later one of ours will take up arms again. It’s simply how the lives of Veruna and Ildrat are. At constant opposition.”

 “I do not believe that is how it must always be. Wouldn’t you prefer this to be something that always occurs? Our people could thrive together instead of against one another. I do not wish for Alsales to become Fiore. We were all subjugated at one time by the Fiore Kingdom. Once we were all able to throw off those shackles, none of us wished to see that again. That is why we wanted an alliance. This was never supposed to be a competition of who was the stronger kingdom.” Chaska crossed her arms over her chest. It was only now that Petric realized she had not eaten. Her plate was full. There was a tremble to her form, as if she knew what was coming and was not willing to fight it. Or perhaps it was the weight of her words going against everything she believed. Petric’s gaze returned to her face as she looked out at the guests.

 They were oblivious, finishing off their meals and waiting for the servers to come with their last course. Petric felt the anticipation like a lighting strike tingling across his skin. Any moment now and Dar would rise from his seat. They would all look toward him in confusion, or perhaps ignore the guard entirely. The stillness would descend and the Queen would be at his mercy.

 “I would prefer many things,” Petric said. From the corner of his eye he saw Volzona stiffen. He caught Mirren’s gaze drift from his watch to his right. As if time had slowed to a crawl he watched Dar move back from his seat. Petric swallowed. The guard who had been chatting with Volzona strained against invisible bonds. Petric focused on Chaska. “But unfortunately, as long as the Ildrat believe themselves to be stronger, the Veruna must try to prove them wrong. Perhaps in the next life, Chaskalena.”

 Chaska’s eyes widened. The room grew still and silent. The guard beside Volzona collapsed like her strings were cut, and the one beside Chaska strained at her neck. Her eyes bulged and she clawed for air before also sliding side ways. The gathered audience were thirty statues, all in various states of inaction. The camera men had their lenses pointed to the front of the room.

 “What is the meaning of this King Danfert?” Chaska said, though she couldn’t turn. Petric had only a short amount of time. The doors of the hall were locked, but any second and the Queen’s guards would storm the area. Dar couldn’t hold them all. Several of the servers were still moving, and Petric realized they were Dar’s associates. The one who had spoken them Petric personally offered a small smile and a mock bow.

 “I want all of you to know, right now,” Petric stood up from his seat. Volzona offered him the sword he had procured from the dead guard’s waist. He scanned the crowd and found horrified faces--particularly in the one of the young Ildrat that sat at the Prince’s table. The three of them were staring wide-eyed at the scene. He almost wished they would shut their eyes. Even he was not cruel enough to want them to witness the death of their mother. “Loesis will not bow to Alsales. We will not bow to Ildrat. We are not lesser than you. We are better and we will not allow you to take advantage of our people, of our country, of our resources. We do not need you, and we will continue you fight against your kind for as long as we live. This night Loesis declares war upon all of Alsales. Have you any last words for your queen?”

 There was a strangled sound that startled Petric. It came from the princess, her eyes wide and brimming with tears. She was trembling despite Dar’s enchantment. Petric hesitated for an instant and then wrenched Chaska’s hair into a fist. She strained against him, a frustrated noise passing her lips.

 “Is your pride so much more important? Your people will pay for your arrogance.” Chaska spat.

 Petric brandished the blade, staring directly into her eyes. “Say goodbye to your children, Edeioninkina Ahn.”

 Chaska swallowed, her gaze seeking the table where they sat. He caught the springing of tears, the clear wish that she had more time. “Manelaithei, apada’a theiderai.”

 Without any more preamble, Petric brought the blade across her throat. Blood gushed from the wound and the Queen choked on the last of her life. In the next instant, the hall exploded with movement. Tables flipped and chairs fell as Petric was rushed. But there was nothing more horrifying than the screaming of the princess. Her aura radiated flames, her eyes the depths of the five pits, and the only thing in her hand a fork from the table, brandished like a knife. Darus’ hand yanked around his wrist as Volzona flipped the table up and the three of them disappeared with only the faintest hint of burnt paper. Petric felt brush of air where her hand would have been.

 The princess swiped at air and looked around for her target. But all that was left was the body of her fallen mother at her feet. Chasaya Dulinara crumpled to her knees, the entire dining hall a screaming cacophony, and cried against her mother’s chest.

 *

 “Are you going to be alright, Darus?”

 Petric winced at the sound of retching as Darus vomited blood into the grass. Volzona leaned back against a tree, attentively seeking out any pursuers. So far, there was no sign on either of their radars. Petric rubbed Darus’s back and the Ildrat shrugged him off. He straightened, drunkenly, the hood around his shoulders. His pretty boy face was ashen, his wavy brown locks limp on his sweat stained skin. He wiped at his mouth and then swayed harshly as he gagged against his palm.

 “We have to be off. They’ll catch up.” Volzona was no longer the sense of calm patience that he had been at the feast. Now he was all urgent business and itching to be gone. “You know this place better than anyone. Where are we headed? Didn’t you have a back up plan, Ildrat?”

 Darus sneered at the other before turning his attention back to Petric. “Did you tell your men to be in the area?”

 “Of course, I did. We’ll be off in the cloaked carrier in two minutes,” Petric said. “You had me worried for a moment, Darus. I thought the child would kill me.”

“Nothing but a scare tactic. Do you really think I would have let you die? You worried me. Seemed like the Queen could have changed your mine.” Darus’s words were shaky, but he was still staring at Petric with those same piercing eyes.

 “Not all of us have no emotions toward all kind.” Petric shook his head. “She was right, in a sense. We are prolonging a conflict for our own egos.”

 Darus’ laugh was brittle and sharp like glass. “Speak for yourself, King. Your ego will be the reason you’ll be dead by the end of this. You realize that?”

 The arrival of their rendezvous had arrived with only the faint vibration of Petric’s communicator as an indicator. The king glanced down at the small screen and without beckoning either of his cohorts further led the way into the trees.  

 “Maybe. Come now, let us leave this place. We have a war to prepare for.”

 Volzona was at his heels in an instant, but Darus hesitated, looking back upon what he had once called his homeland. He would see it again; perhaps not soon--but time was nothing. This was just the beginning.

#imm prologue; #imm draft; #queue for like an hour later lmao;

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Time taken- 5 hours

Applications used- MediBang Paint and Inshot

Music listened to- Horror show by Komono Chords, and Amen by CG5.

*Andromeda is not my real name, but is what you and I will refer to me as.

A little more to the piece:

All of these characters belong to me so, if you would like to draw one of them, go ahead, but be sure to put the original creator on your piece. (We don't want Grand Theft Art on your hands!).

Take a seat, coz' this gonna be a long one.

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Kitty is the cat looking oc (duh, Andromeda, we know that much.), and was originally going to be a rabbit, but I changed my mind.

Backstory: Originally the daughter of Wally Franks, her name was Lucy Franks. She enjoyed playing outside and exploring. When Father son/daughter day came, she was amazed by everyone and everything. She explored the ink machine's room and fell down five stories after tripping and falling into that pit of ink and emptiness. Wally Franks was devastated and knew what that machine could do. He pleaded with Joey to fix her up, no matter what the cost. He begrudgingly agreed, but when the time came, he would have to lay down his life for the sake of the company.

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Machina is the robot looking one, (Again, with the names Andromeda...), originally had gears that were behind her head and mid back, a wore a sort of tuxedo dress, but I changed my mind.

Backstory- Before she was a metal monstrosity, she was Bertrum's daughter, Alexis Piedmont. She was usually in the studio, helping Bertrum with his works, and offering him great inspiration. Letting a child design an amusement park was fun for the both of them. When working on the carousel, the system glitched, and she was flung with such force, that she hit the ceiling hitting a hidden pipe in the ceiling, and falling a good 50 feet. Bertrum took four steps to get across the room, his determination and terror echoed in every step. The left half of her was torn badly, because of the parts she landed on. In a mad rush, he created a machine full of fictional mechanical organs. Making it look like her favorite cartoon character, Machina. He was in a rush, so it wasn't finished. He took her to the infirmary, where he operated on her, turning her into the first living cyborg.

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I actually used Shifty's original design, that my friends, was what Shifty first looked like.

Backstory-

They were the studio's Jesus when they were born. But only Melody interacted with everyone in place of Joey. Because of this, Melody got very close to everyone. Joseph was exactly like his father, helping him with his works. But Melody brightened the days of all around her. Everyone except one Samuel J Lawrence. She was his biggest distraction. He cared not if her intentions were good, they were annoying. Unfortunately, little Melody Drew liked Sammy. Again and again she would stop at nothing to crack his heart of stone, seemingly doing worse every time she tried. Melody grew depressed because of this. She begged Joey to give her another purpose, because if she couldn't make people happy, she wasn't worth the clothes on her back. Joey agreed, and put her in the ink machine, in the middle of the process, the machine jammed, and everyone thought she was dead. Joey wanted Shifty to be real, so he put her twin brother Joseph in as well after a heavy drugging. The next day, the machine dumped hundreds of gallons of ink, and out came Shifty and Joseph Drew. They each took half of Shifty's look, and the other half of her was what it was, but colorless and a different looking hair. For Joseph, it was a failed other half of Shifty.

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The only change I put into Cane was her eyes. Originally they were white with black ovalish pupils, but I decided that It didn't look very good.

Backstory- Cadence Pendle's mother was a talented voice actress who took the role of Alice Angel's voice. Allison stood up for what she believed in, and never gave up. Which wasn't very easy, because her daughter was a little hellion, and earned her nickname Cane, with relative ease. The person she looked up to most? None other than Bendy the dancing demon. She couldn't get enough of his hi jinks. So one day, she took an entire episode's worth of frames home, and Joey lost it. He randomly scribbled down what she would look like, and put her in the ink machine. She came out a monster. Which gave Joey an excellent idea on what the star of the show could be.

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Besides the cheeks, Zippy had nothing change about her. Which either means, I'm a lazy artist, or I did a good job on her.

(Probably just lazy...)

Backstory-

Zoey had a rather fun father. He made toys, of course he was fun. Zoey and Shawn Flynn were rather close, and one was to wonder how the father could be so loud and proud, and the daughter short and sweet. Zoey Flynn was a girl of few words, but when she did speak, it was powerful and provocative. When her father went missing, she was so torn up, she decided to never speak again. And to make sure not even the demon himself could taint her vow, she sewed her mouth shut.

Cartoons Backstory-(last one, I promise.)

The five girls mentioned previously were as thick as thieves. They spent most of their time with each other while they're parents worked in the studio. The best part was the cartoons.

Melody Drew brought the kindness, leadership and creativity. She made everyone they're very own cartoon characters, making sure each of them fit their personality perfectly.

Zoey Flynn brought opportunities and sensibility, each of them recived a plush of thier character.

Cadence Pendle brought outrageousness and fun, she wrote the storylines to their wacky adventures.

Machina brought intelligence and strategies, thinking of clever ways to hide hints of their existence in the actual cartoon

Kitty brought a sense of ease and hope, making everyone want to keep up this game.

And thus, the Final Five was born.

#What'sYourBackstory?

[boneprinces]

Irish Fae/Sidi Story: John Connors and the Fairies Part 1

Source: “Irish Fairy Tales” by Jeremiah Curtin

There was a man named John Connors, who lived near Killarney, and was the father of seven small children, all daughters and no sons. Connors fell into such rage and anger at having so many daughters, without any sons, that when the seventh daughter was born he would not come from the field to see the mother or the child.

When the time came for christening he wouldn’t go for sponsors, and didn’t care whether the wife lived or died. a couple of years after that a son was born to him, and some of the woman ran to the field and told John Connors that he was the father of a fine boy. Connors was so delighted that he caught the spade he had with him and broke it on the ditch. he hurried home then and sent for bread and meat, with provisions of all kinds to supply the house.

“There are no people in the parish,” said he to the wife, “fit to stand sponsors for this boy, and when night comes ill ride over to the next parish and find sponsors there.”

When night came he bridled and saddled his horse, mounted, and rode away toward the neighboring parish to invite a friend and his wife to be godfather and godmother to his son. The village to which he was going was Beaufort, soutj of Killarney. There was a public house on the road. Connors stepping in and treated the bystanders, delayed there a while, and then went his way. when he had gone a couple of miles he met a stranger riding on a white horse, a good-looking gentleman wearing red knee-breeches, swallow-tailed coat, and a Caroline hat(a tall hat).

The stranger saluted John Connors, and john returned the salute. The stranger asked where was he going at such an hour.

“To Beaufort to find sponsors for my young son.”

“Oh, you foolish man,” said the stranger; “you left the road a mile behind you. Turn back and take the left hand.”

John Connors turned back as directed but never came to a cross-road. He was riding about half an hour when he met the same gentleman who asked: “Are you the man i met while ago going to Beaufort?”

“I am.”

“Why, you fool, you passed the road a mile or more behind. Turn back and take the right hand road. What trouble is on you that you cannot see a road when you are passing it?”

Connors turned and rode on for an hour or so, but found no side road. The same stranger met him for the third time, and asked him the same question, and told him he must turn back. “But the night is so far gone,” said he, “that would better not be waking people. My house is near by. stay with me till morning. you can go for sponsors tomorrow.”

John Connors thanked the stranger and said he would go with him. The stranger took him to a fine castle then, and told him to dismount and come in.

“your horse will be taken care of,” said he, “I have servants enough.”

John Connors rode a splendid white horse, and the like of him wasn’t in the country round. The gentleman had a good supper brought to Connors. After supper he showed him a bed and said, “Take off your clothes and sleep soundly till morning.”

When Connors was asleep the stranger took the clothes, formed a corpse just like John Connors, put the clothes on it, tied the body to the horse, and leading the beast outside, turned its head towards home. He kept John Connors asleep in bed for three weeks.

The horse went towards home and reached the village next morning. The people saw the horse with the dead body on its back, and all thought it was the body of John Connors. Everybody began to cry and lament for thier neighbour. He was taken off the horse, stripped, washed and laid out on the table. There was a great wake that night, everybody mourning and lamenting over him, for wasn’t he a good man and the father of a large family? The priest was sent for to celebrate mass and attend the funeral, which he did. there was a large funeral.

Three weeks later John connpors was roused from his sleep by the gentleman, who came to him and said: “It is high time for you to be waking. your son is christened. The wife, thinking you would never come, had the child baptized and the priest found sponsors. Your house stole away from here and went home.”

“Sure then I am not long sleeping?”

“Indeed, then, you are: it is three whole days and nights that you are in that bed.”

John Connors sat up and looked around for his clothes, but if he did he could not see a stitch of them.

“Where are my clothes?” asked he.

“I know nothing of your clothes, my man, and the sooner you go out o’ this the better.”

Poor John was astonished. “God help me, how am I to go home without my clothes? If i had a shirt itself, it wouldn’t be so bad: but to go without a rag at mall on me!”

“Don’t be talking,” said the man ; “take a sheet and be off with yourself. I have no time to lose on the like of you.”

John grew in dread of the man, and taking the sheet, went out. When well away from the place he turned to look at the castle and its owner, but if he did there was nothing before him but fields and ditches.

The time as it happened was Sunday morning, and Connors saw at some distance down the road people on their way to mass. He hurried to the fields for fear of being seen by somebody. He kept to the fields and walked close to the ditches till he reached the side of a hill, and went along by that, keeping well out of sight. As he was nearing his own village at the side of the mountain there happened to be three or four little boys looking for stray sheep. Seeing Connors, they knew him as the dead man buried three weeks before. They screamed and ran away home, some of them falling with fright. When they came to the village they cried that they had seen John Connors, and he with a sheet on him.

Now, it is the custom in Ireland when a person dies to sprinkle holly water on the clothes of the deceased and then give them to poor people or to friends for God’s sake. It is thought that by giving the clothes in this way the former owner has them to use in the other world. The person who wears the clothes must wear them three times to mass one Sunday after another and sprinkle them each time with holy water. After that they may be worn as the person likes.

When the women of the village heard the story of the boys some of them went to the widow and said:

“Tis your fault that your husbands ghost is roaming around in nakedness. you didn’t give away his clothes.”

“I did, indeed,” said the wife. “I did my part, but it must be the man I gave them to didn’t wear them to mass, and that is why my poor husband is naked in the other world.”

Now she went straight to the relative and neighbor who got the clothes. as she entered the man was sitting down to breakfast.

“Bad luck to you, you heathen!” said she. “I did not think you the man to leave my poor John naked in the other world. You neither went to mass in the clothes i gave you nor sprinkled holy water on them.”

“I did, indeed. This is the third Sunday since John died, and I went to mass this morning for the third time. Sure I’d be a heathen to keep a retaliative naked in the other world. it wasn’t you husband that the boys saw at all.”

She went home then, satisfied that everything ahd been done as it should be.

An uncle of John Connors lived in the same village. He was a rich farmer and kept a servant girl and a servant boy. The turf bog was not far away, and all the turf at the hosue being burned, the servant girl was trold to go down to the reek(a long pile of turf) and bring home a creel(basket) of turf. She went to the reek and was filling her creel, when she happened to look towards the far end of the reek, and there she saw a man sticking his head out from behind the turf, and he with a sheet on him. She looked a second time and saw John Connors. The girl screamed, threw down the creel, and ran away, falling every few steps from terror.

#fae #faerie #fae story

[inanotherworld5599]

Only You

Prompt: First Love, Sasusaku Month Day One

Summary: When Sasuke and Sakura realise who their daughters first love was and in the process find out about eachothers. (Post Gaiden)

“I think Sarada has a crush on Boruto.”

Sasuke has always taken pride in being a careful person, he’s rarely the kind to let things fall from his only hand and even if on the off chance something does, his reflexes are fast enough for him to catch the item before it hits the ground.

But when Sakura walks into their house after a long shift at the hospital to make one of the most ludicrous announcements he’s heard in a while he can’t help but drop the stirring spoon he held in his hands.

“What?”

His voice is silent and deadly. On a normal mission it’s enough to paralyze whoever is on the receiving end in terror but Sakura simply laughs it off, her husband hardly looks threatening in his his homely blue apron which matches the head band that thier daughter had helped him tie to keep the hair out of his face.

“I’m going to kill him.”

“Oh darling I think you’re over reacting.” Sakura states as she wraps her arms around his waist and stands on her tip toes so that she can peer over his shoulders to see what he’s making (it’s Sarada’s favourite sweet dish) “I think it’s cute that he’s her first love.”

Sasuke sighs, his immediate plans of killing a certain blonde haired idiot (No, not that one, his son) subsiding.

It’s easy to give into his wife in moments like these when they are alone. He knows she’s tired, the soft yawn she tries to stiffle as she presses her cheek to his back is a testament to that.

Sasuke doesn’t have the heart to break out of her grip for he knows that at times like these when Sakura is tired, chakra depleted and cold he’s her favourite pillow.

He’d never admit it out loud but he was quite proud of that particular designation.

Plus it’s not like he’d actually be able to wriggle out of her embrace considering her ungodly strength.

Besides the more time he’s given to think, the more painful he can make that moronic brat’s death.

He suppose Sarada would be mad at him for the first couple of days but he was sure she’d get over it after he taught her a new jutsu.

Sakura hums softly as he stands there letting his brief spike of anger simmer down along with syrup he’s stirring to her soft tune. It’s a lullaby she’s humming, one that he’d sung once to her during her pregnancy days when she had trouble sleeping. It’s the same one Itachi used to sing when he was a child and it’s calming effect still holds true after all these years.

“Darling.” Sakura starts,“Who was your first love?”

Sasuke blinks, all his creative plans to kill Boruto brought to a abrupt stop by her sudden query.

“What do you mean?” Sasuke’s voice is harsher than he means it to be and while he tries to convince it’s because something is stuck in his throat he is well aware that it’s just an excuse to cover up the fact that he’s the slightest bit hurt that even after all these years the answer is still a mystery to Sakura.

“Oh!” She says jerking away from him, her hands falling away as she steps back. Wide veridian eyes stare back at him as he turns around to face her, irritated that she let go.

For a moment she stands there still before she starts stuttering out,“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t realise. I didn’t mean to pry- I was just curious and-”

“Sakura.” He interrupts,“What are you talking about?”

She blinks,“Your first love, she was an Uchiha wasn’t she? I’m sorry I didn’t mean-”

“What gave you that idea?”

She blinks up at him. Even after all these years there are some insecurities she can’t shake off. It this habit of hers that bothers him the most, maybe because every time she displays her unsurity about their relationship Sasuke is overcome with a tidal wave of self loathing for he knows that all her insecurities stem from the fact that he’d treated her like crap through out the course of their childhood.

“I just thought-” she sighs breaking off,“Never mind.

“Tch. Annoying.”

She lowers her head,“You’re right that was a stupid.”

He lets his lips curve into a small smile, amused by her reaction. For some reason he never gets tired seeing her like this; embarrassed and shy.

It’s one of the more contrasting things about his wife because while she’s one of the strongest people he knows, nothing less than deadly in battle, she’s also one of the kindest. As a kid he never believed one could be both, strong and kind but in the past fifteen years of their marriage Sakura has spent everyday of it proving him wrong.

While she’s kind to everyone she meets, this side of her, the one where she’s shy and unsure is reserved only for Sasuke and he isn’t ashamed to admit that, that’s just how he likes it.

And that’s why he loves teasing her at times like these because he’s the only one who can and get away with it.

“Who was your first love?“ He asks nonchalantly.

Sakura looks up at him incredulously.

“What?” She asks,“ Is this a joke?”

Sasuke simply shrugs as he turns away from her to add the finishing touches to his dish.

Her eyes are defiant as she pokes her head into his line of sight,“I’ve loved you since we were five years old I’ll have you know. It might have been a superficial crush at first but I’ve only ever liked you.”

“Only me?” Sasuke says as he pours the contents into a bowl,“That’s hard to believe.”

Her eyes narrow,“If not you, then who? It’s only ever been you.”

“Not even Lee when he saved you during the Chunnin exams?”

“No.” She replies,“And if you recall I hugged you then and not him.”

“Not even Naruto when you kissed him?”

“That was CPR by the way.” She counters,“And you kissed him too. Twice.”

“Kakashi?”

“Are you kidding me?” She started,“That’s ridiculous.”

“Sai?”

“Where are these names even coming from?” She huffs,“ This is-”

Before she can finish, Sasuke quickly bends down and brushes his lips against hers shocking her into silence. It’s an awfully short kiss and when Sasuke pulls back he smiles as he looks down at his wife’s closed eyes and puckered lips.

“For the record you were the first and only person I’ve ever loved.” Sasuke states.

Her eyes flutter open and she stares at him confused for a moment before her mouth forms an ‘oh’. Then her questions begin,“Really? How? When? I thoug-”

“Sakura.” He cuts her off giving her a look.

“Right. I’ll shut up.”

“Good, then it’s easier to do this.” He leans down and kisses her again.The tips of his fingers graze against her skin as he cups her cheeks and lifts her face towards him his lips moving against hers effortlessly.

While Sasuke is a reserved man, there is absolutely nothing reserved about his kisses.

Sakura still remembers the first time Sasuke had kissed her she’d felt all her unsurity about their relationship melt away. While his kisses are commanding, they’re all consuming and absolutely and completely honest. He leaves no room for her to doubt his feelings for her because the way he kisses her always makes her feel like he’s laying his soul bare for her to see. Only her to see.

Because in the end for both Sasuke and Sakura it had only ever been each other since the very begining.

Sakura is about to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him closer to deepen their kiss but Sasuke abruptly breaks away once again leaving her hanging.

Sakura pouts as Sasuke starts walking towards the living room. She can’t see the smirk on his face but she knows that he’s thoroughly enjoying messing with her.

“You don’t play fair.” She grumbles as she follows Sasuke.

He sits on the couch and gently pats his lap. Sakura happily bounds towards him, her complains forgotten and takes her place on the couch by lying across it with her head resting on his lap.

They stay like that for a while as Sasuke reads a scroll regarding the latest details of his mission and Sakura stares up at him carefully memorizing all the details of his face for she knows that when he’s gone it’s these moments she’ll cherish the most.

“You know we both married each other’s first love.” Sakura comments offhandedly,“Do you think Sarada will do the same?”

“The brat won’t live long enough.”

Sakura snorts,“You’re not going to kill him, Naruto will never let you hear the end of it if you do.”

“I can handle the dobe.”

“You’ve been trying to get rid of him for eighteen years now, how’s that working out for you?”

“Tch.”

“If you actually consider it, it’s kind of cute really.” Sakura continues,“Naruto and Hinata’s son with our daughter. Plus Sarada is really open about her feelings too. I thought she’d be like you and be in denial about it for at least five years.”

“I was not in denial about it.”

“If I was your first love that means you must have loved me since we were genin, right?” Sakura prompts,“And you were pretty much an ice cube those days.”

“I wasn’t in denial, I just didn’t show it.”

“So you were in love with me since we were genin.”

“Sakura.”

“Okay fine, I’ll drop it.” Sakura relents,“So anyway today I heard her and Choucho talking about Boruto and that’s how I gussed. They were fawning over how his blonde hair catches the sun rays perfectly and-”

Change of plans, Sasuke was going to first torture the brat and then kill him.

“- just how mature and responsible he is-”

When did he brat become mature and responsible? Just the other day he remembered his daughter complaining how childish and careless the dobe’s son was.

“- how his blue eyes pop perfectly against his white clothes and-”

Sakura stopped abruptly when she saw the look on Sasuke’s face.

“What’s wrong?“she asks lifting herself up from his lap and turning around to face him properly.

“The brat kid only wears black.” Sasuke deadpans,“His training clothes are black and pink.”

“Then…..” Sakura trails off as realisation dawns on her.

For a moment they stare at each other, green against mismatched black and purple.

The next second Sakura is up and Sasuke is right behind her, heading for the door.

“I’m going to kill the dobe.” He mutters poisonously as he opens the door.

Sakura brushes past him,“Not if I get to him first.”

All the way across town in the Hokage’s office, Naruto sneezed. ______

I’ll be honest I really want to see Sasuke appear in the Hokage’s office with his apron and matching headband and beat the hell out of Naruto with his stirring spoon.

#i hope you like it #tell me what you think? #i know there are a few mistakes i'll correct them #sasusaku fanfiction #sasusaku #sasusaku month #sarada #sarada uchiha #sakura haruno #sakura uchiha #sasuke #sasuke uchiha #one shot #otp #first love #ssmonth17 #ssmonth17 d1 #ssmonth #ssm17 #ssm17d1

[tory-danny]

Week 11 Scrapbook: What Up When it Ain’t in the US?

Ming tian ji de ai shang wo [Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow] (Taiwan)

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow is a Taiwanese romantic comedy released back in 2013, and had a limited release in the States in 2014. The story primarily follows Weichung, a man who begins to question his feelings towards his current lifestyle as a husband and father after meeting a handsome young man named Thomas in his workplace. We learn that Weichung used to have a partake in a gay lifestyle with a group of friends (pictured in last photo), but it is explained that he gave it up to satisfy his parents’ final wishes to start a family, hoping that his past feelings would go away once he had a wife. Much of the plot revolves around his internal struggle between keeping his current life in tact, and wanting to follow his heart in pursuing Thomas and returning to his old life. [Important sections from movie clip video: 0:00 - 2:52, 9:27 - 12:20]

The major climax of the film is when Weichung’s wife, Feng, learns of his affair and her struggle to understand what will happen to their home life. The two had a child together, a son named Awan, who is seen to have difficulty interacting with children his age. This results in Feng’s parents pressuring her to have another child, as a way to help Awan learn to socialize and make friends at school. With the stress of needing to please her parents and the shock of learning of her husband’s past, Feng goes through a fit of confusion and denial, cumulating in a karaoke scene where she renditions The Shirelles song that the film is named after. By the end of the film, not only does she come to accept Weichung and his feelings, she asks for a divorce. Feng explains that, despite she and Weichung still having a close bond due to the amount of time they’ve spent together, the two will never be truly happy in their current lives with one another, and she wishes for him to find the person that he can live a life he won’t regret and be proud of.

The ending shot of the movie is of the two walking side-by-side out of the wedding reception of Weichung’s sister, Weichung holding a sleeping Awan. The crowd of attendees are doing what is usually done to a wedding couple as they exit the church building, throwing flower petals and confetti over their heads, clapping and cheering “Good Luck” as they walk on by. As the building doors open, Weichung and Feng look at one another and smile, almost looking content at what they’ve decided, not afraid of what the future has in store for them. The ex-couple walk out towards a white light, and the film ends, leaving the viewer questioning what will happen next, and how will the people in their lives react to such change?

Ek Ladki Ko Dekka Tot Aisa Laga [How I Felt When I Saw That Girl] (India)

Released earlier this year in February, How I Felt When I Saw That Girl is an Indian Hindu-language film centering around Sahil Mirza, an up-and-coming playwright who meets and instantly falls in love with Sweety Chaudhary, the daughter of a famous clothing company owner. Much of the advertisements for the film refers to the story as an “unexpected love story,” and cut the trailers in a way that the “unexpected” part of the film’s slogan refers to Sahil, a Muslim man, and Sweety, a Hindu woman who comes from an extremely conversative family. However, it seems that that was exactly what the filmmakers were hoping for, as it is revealed halfway through the film that the unexpected romance wasn't between the two main leads, but of Sweety and her secret girlfriend, Kuhu, whom she would secretly meet with in fear of her family’s rejection.

Sahil, upon learning the truth, decides to help Sweety in coming out to her family through the form of a musical play, with Sweet and Kuhu playing the main love interest. The two are outed by Sweety’s brother in front of their father and grandmother, as well as a small portion of the townspeople. After storming home in denial, Sweety’s father goes through Sweety’s desk and find her journals, in which she described her feelings of being alone and the judgment she faced from her peers over her orientation. The play goes on as scheduled, with no revisions made to the script, resulting in half of the audience leaving the theatre in protest of watching two women fall in love onstage. During the climax, as the actors pull the two lovers apart from one another, calling them names and trying to find ways to “cure” them, Sweety’s father storms the stage, proclaiming to the audience that their love wasn’t something they could change, that he would accept his daughter and her girlfriend, and asks the audience to do the same. The scene ends with Sweety’s brother walking out, still rejecting his sister; their grandmother still feeling conflicted over the current situation, but was willing to work through her biases and accept them; and thier father saying to Sweety “You take a lot more from me. I also like women.”

https://celebrate-diversity.tumblr.com/post/185442222639/pride-month-movies-ek-ladki-ko-dekha-toh-aisa

(Videos 42 - 45) https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLQEZv7R09v83m8IT5tXQoWnxHVWsRWTm5

Cuarto Lunas [Four Moons] (Mexico)

in this 2014 Mexican film, Four Moons follows four male individuals across four different generations as they go through life, falling in love and learning to accept their feelings, themselves and others of their own. There’s the story of pre-teen Mauricio, who begins to develop feelings for his close school friend; Fito and Leo, two childhood friends who reconnect in college and begin a secret relationship; Hugo and Andrés, a committed couple who are struggling to keep their relationship intact, as one of them finds a new man who fulfills his needs; and Joaquín, a long-married elderly man who begins an affair with a young male hustler.

Each person has something they wish to hide away from the public eye, be it something about their partner they don’t wish their acquittances to see (Hugo’s negative view on Andrés’ flamboyant behavior), their feelings about the one they like (Mauricio), or their entire relationship (Fito/Leo). Each couple deals with real-life issues many couples, both straight and LGBT, go through: from a love spark slowly fading over the years, to the fear of being found out and shunned by family. The film doesn’t shy away from showcasing the emotional moments between characters, which is refreshing to see considering how Mexican culture views masculinity and what it takes to be a man. The male characters are very open and vulnerable when displaying their love, fears and desires to their other male counterparts, with some interactions being the catalyst of one couple’s relationship or another conflict.

(Are You Gay? No, But I Enjoyed It) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E_inJt8T6pA

[asteriaeos]

The Marriage of Nergal and Ereshkigal

Anu made his voice heard and spake, he addressed his words to Kakka,

"Kadda, I shall send you to Kurnugi.You must speak thus to Ereshkigal,Saying, 'It is impossible for you to come up.In your year you cannot come up to see usAnd it is impossible for us to go down.In our months we cannot go down to see you.Let your messenger comeAnd take from the table, let him accept a present for you.I shall give something to him to present to you.'" Kakka went down the long

stairway of heaven

.When he reached the gate of Ereshkigal, he said,

"Gatekeeper, open the gate to me!""Kakka, come in, and may the gate bless you."He let the god Kakka in through the first gate,He let the god Kakka in through the second gate,He let the god Kakka in through the thrid gate,He let the god Kakka in through the fourth gate,He let the god Kakka in through the fifth gate,He let the god Kakka in through the sixth gate,He let the god Kakka in through the seventh gate. 

He entered into her spacious courtyard,He knelt down and kissed the ground in front of her.He straightened up, stood and addressed her,

"Anu your father sent meTo say, 'It is impossible for you to go up;In your year you cannot go up to see us,And it is impossible for us to go down;In our month we cannot go down to see you.Let your messenger comeAnd take from the table, let him accept a present for you.I shall give something to him to present to you,"' 

Ereshkigal made her voice heard and spake, she addressed her words to Kakka."O messenger of Anu our father, you who have come to us,May peace be with Anu, Ellil, and Ea, the great gods.May peace be with Nammu and Nash, the pure Goddesses.May peace be with the husband of the Lady of Heaven.May peace be with Ninurta, champion in the land.

" Kakka made his voice heard and spake, he addressed his words to Ereshkigal,"Peace is indeed with Anu, Ellil, and Ea, the great gods.Peace is indeed with Nammu and Nash the pure.Peace is indeed with the husband of the Lady of Heaven.Peace is indeed with Ninurta, champion in the land."Kakka made his voice heard and spake, he addressed his words to Ereshkigal,"[ ] may be well with you." 

Ereshkigal made her voice heard and spake, she addressed her words to her vizier Namtar,"O Namtar my vizier, I shall send youto the heaven of our father Anu.Namtar, go up the long stairway of heaven.Take from the table and accept a present for me.Whatever Anu gives to you, you must present to me." 

(about 26 lines missing)

(Ea addresses Nergal)"

[ ][ ] path [ ]

The gods are kneeling together before him.

The great gods, the lords of destiny.

For it is he who controls the rites, controls the rites of [ ]

The gods who dwell within Erkalla.Why do you not kneel before him?

I keep winking at you,But you pretend no to realize,And..." 

(6 lines missing)

(Nergal addresses Ea- apparently expressing a wish to visit Ereshkigal)

"[ ] I will rise to my feet[ ] you said.[ ] will double it." When Ea heard this he said to himself,"[ ]" Then Ea made his voice heard and spake, he addressed his words to Nergal."My son, you shall go on the journey you want to make,... grasp a sword in your hand.Go down to the forest of mesu trees.Cut down mesu trees, tiaru trees, and juniper!Break off kanaktu trees and simberru trees." When Nergal heard this, he took an axe up in his hand,Drew the sword from his belt,Went down to the forest of mesu trees,Cut down mesu trees, tiaru trees, and juniper,Broke off kanaktu trees and simberru trees,[ ] he made a throne for far-sighted Ea.He painted it with [ ] as a substitute for silver,Painted it with yellow paste and red paste as a substitute for gold,Painted it with blue glaze as a substitute for lapis lazuli.The work was finished, the chair complete. Then he (Ea) called out and laid down instructions for him,"My son, about the journey which you wnat to make: from the moment you arrive,Follow whatever instructions I give you.

From the moment they bring a chair to you,

Do not go to it, do not sit upon it.When the baker brings you bread, do not go to it, do not eat the bread.When the butcher brings you meat, do not go to it, do not eat the meat.When the brewer brings you beer, do not go to it, do not drink the beer.When they bring you a foot bath, do not go to it, do not wash your feet.When she (Ereshkigal) has been to the bathAnd dressed herself in a fine robe,Alowing your to glimpse her body...You must not do that which men and women do." Nergal set his face toward Kurnugi,To the dark house, dwelling of Erkalla's god,To the house which those who enter cannot leave,On the road where travelling is one way only,To the house where those who enter are deprived of light,Where dust is their food, clay thier bread.They are clothed, like birds, with feathers.They see no light, the dwell in darkness.They moan like doves. The gatekeeper opened his mouth and addressed his words to Nergal,"I must take back a report about the god standing at the door."The gatekeeper entered an addressed his words to Ereshkigal,"May lady, a [ ] has come to see us.[ ] will identify him." Ereshkigal made her voice heard and spake to Namtar,"[ ]" (Namtar replies)"Let me identify him,Let me ... him at the outer gate.Let me bring back to my lord a description of him."Namtar went and looked at Erra in the shadow of the door.Namtar's face went as

livid

as

cut tamarisk

.His lips grew dark as the rim of a kuninu vessle.Namtar went and addressed his lady,"My lady, when you sent me to your father,When I entered the courtyard of AnuAll the gods were kneeling, humbled before him,All the gods of the land were kneeling humbled before him.The gods rose to their feet in my presence.Now 'they' (Nergal) have gone down to Kurnugi." Ereshkigal made her voice heard and spake, she addressed her words to Namtar,"My dear Namtar, you should not seek Ellil power,Nor should you you desire to do heroic deeds.What, come up and sit on the throne of the royal dais?You, perform the judgments of the broad Earth?Should I go up to the heaven of Anu my father?Should I eat the bread of the Anunnaki?Should I drink the water of the Anunnaki?Go and bring the god into my presence!" Namtar went and let in 'the Gods', Erra.He let Nergal in through the first, the gate of Nedu.He let Nergal in through the second, the gate of Enkishar.He let Nergal in through the third, the gate of Endashurimma.He let Nergal in through the fourth, the gate of Enuralla.He let Nergal in through the fifth, the gate of Endukuga.He let Nergal in through the sixth, the gate of Endushuba.He let Nergal in through the seventh, the gate of Ennugigi. He came into the broad courtyard,And he knelt down, kissed the ground in front of her.He straightened up, stood and sddressed her,"Anu your father sent me to see you,Saying, 'Sit down on that throne,Judge the cases of the great gods,The great gods who live within Erkalla!'" As soon as they brought him to a throneHe did not go to it, and did not sit on it.When the baker brought him bread, he did not go to it, and did not eat the bread.When the butcher brought him mean, he did not go to it, and did not eat the meat.When the brewer brought him beer, he did not go to it, and did not drink the beer.When they brought him a footbath, he did not go to it, and did not wash his feet.When she went to the bath,And dressed herself in a fine robe,And allowed him to catch a glimpse of her body,He reisisted his heart's desire to do what men and women do. (about 13 lines missing)Nergal [ ]She went to the bathAnd dressed in a fine robe,and allowed him to catch a glimpse of her body.He gave in to his heart's desire to do what men and women do.The two embraced each otherAnd went passionately to bed.They lay there, queen Ereshkigal and Erra, for a first day and a second day.They lay there, queen Ereshkigal and Erra, for a third day and a fourth day.They lay there, queen Ereshkigal and Erra, for a fifth day and a sixth day. When the seventh day arrived,Nergal, without [ ]Took away after him [ ]"let me go, and my sister [ ]Do not make tremble [ ]Let me go now, and I will return to Kurnugi later." Her mouth turned dark with rage [ ] Nergal went and made his voice heard and spake.He addressed his speech to the gatekeeper,"Ereshkigal your lady sent me,Saying, 'I am sending you to the heaven of Anu our father'So let me be allowed out! The message [ ]." Nergal came up along the long

stairway of heaven

.When he arrived at the gate of Anu, Ellil, and ea,Anu, Ellil, and Ea saw him and said,"The son of Ishtar has come back to us,She (Ereshkigal) will search for him and [ ].Ea his father must sprinkle him with spring water, and bareheaded,Blinking and cringing let him sit in the assembly of the gods." Ereshkigal [ ]To the bath [ ]Her body [ ]She called out [ ]"The chair [ ]Sprinkle the room with the water of [ ]Sprinkle the room with the water of [ ]Sprinkle the room with the water of [ ]The [ ] of the two daughters of Lamashtu and Enmesharra,Sprinkle with the waters of [ ].The messenger of Any our father who came to see usShall eat our bread and drink our water." Namtar made his voice heard and spake,Addressed his words to Ereshkigal his lady,"The messenger of Anu our father who came to see us-Before daylight he disappeared!" Ereshkigal cried aloud, grievously,Fell from the throne to the ground,Then straightened up from the ground.Her tears flowed down her cheeks."Erre, the lover of my delight-I did not have enough delight with him before he left!Erra, the love of my delight-I did not have enough delight with him before he left." Namtar made his voice heard and spake, addressed his words to Ereshkigal,"Send me to Anu your father, and let me arrest the god!Let me take him to you, that he may kiss you again!" Ereshkigal made her voice heard and spake,Addressed her words to Namtar her vizier,"Go, Namtar, you must speak to Anu, Ellil, and Ea!Set your face towards the gate of Anu, Ellil, and Ea,To say, 'Ever since I was a child and a daughter,I have not known the playing of other girls,I have not known the romping of children.That god whome you sent to me and who has impregnated me-let him sleep with me again!Send that god to us, and let him spend the night with me as my lover!I am unclean, and I am not pure enough to perform the judging of the great gods,The great gods who dwell within Erkalla.If you do not send that god to meAccording to the rites of Erkalla and the great EarthI shall raise up the dead, and they will eat the living.I shall make the dead outnumber the living!'" Namtar came up the long stairway of heaven.When he arrived at the gate of Anu, Ellil, and Ea,Anu, Ellil, and Ea saw him and said,"What have you come for, Namtar?" "Your daughter sent me,To say, 'Ever since I was a child and a daughter,I have not known the playing of other girls,I have not known the romping of children.That god whome you sent to me and who has impregnated me-let him sleep with me again!Send that god to us, and let him spend the night with me as my lover!I am unclean, and I am not pure enough to perform the judging of the great gods,The great gods who dwell within Erkalla.If you do not send that god to meAccording to the rites of Erkalla and the great EarthI shall raise up the dead, and they will eat the living.I shall make the dead outnumber the living!'" Ea made his voice heard and spake, addressed his words to Namtar,"Enter, Namtar, the court of Anu,Search out your wrongdoer and bring him!" When he entered the court of Anu,All the gods were kneeling humbly before him,All the gods of the land were kneeling humbled before him.He went straight up to one, but did not recognize that god,Went straight up to a second and a third, but did not recognize that god either. Namtar went, and addressed his words to his lady,"My lady, about your sending me up to the heaven of Anu your father:May lady, there was only one god who sat bearheaded, blinking, and cringing at the assembly of the gods." "Go, seize that god and bring him to me!Ea his father sprinkled him with spring water,And he is sitting in the assembly of all the gods bearheaded, blinking, and cringing." Namtar came up the long stairway of heaven.When he reached the gate of Anu, Ellil, and Ea,Anu, Ellil, and Ea saw him and said,"What have you come for, Namtar?" "Your daughter sent me,To say, 'Seize that god and bring him to me.'" "Then enter, Namtar, the courtyard of Anu, and search out your wrongdoer and take him." He went straight up to one god, but did not recognize him,Went straight up to a second and third, but did not recognize him either. Then [ ] made his voice heard and spake, addressed his words to Ea,"Let Namtar, the messenger who has come to us,Drink our water, wash, and anoint himself." (15 lines missing)"He is not to strip off [ ]Erra, [ ]I shall [ ]" Namtar made his voice heard and spake, addressed his words to Erra,"Erra, [ ]All the rites of the great Underworld [ ]When you go from [ ]You shall carry the chair [ ]You shall carry [ ]You shall carry [ ]You shall carry [ ]You shall carry [ ]You shall carry [ ][ ]Do not grapple with him lest he bind your chest." Erra took to heart the speech of Namtar.He [ ] oiled his strap and slung his bow.Nergal went down the long stairway of heaven.When he arrived at the gate of Ereshkigal he said,"Gatekeeper, open [ ]!" He struck down Nedu, the doorman of the first gate, and did not let him grapple with him.He struck down the second doorman, and did not let him grapple with him.He struck down the third doorman, and did not let him grapple with him.He struck down the fourth doorman, and did not let him grapple with him.He struck down the fifth doorman, and did not let him grapple with him.He struck down the sixth doorman, and did not let him grapple with him.He struck down the seventh doorman, and did not let him grapple with him.He entered her wide courtyard,And went up to her and laughed.He seized her by her hairdo,And pulled her from the throne.He seized her by her tresses[ ]. The two embraced each otherAnd went passionately to bed.They lay there, queen Ereshkigal and Erra, for a first day and a second day.They lay there, queen Ereshkigal and Erra, for a third day.They lay there, queen Ereshkigal and Erra, for a fourth day.They lay there, queen Ereshkigal and Erra, for a fifth day.They lay there, queen Ereshkigal and Erra, for a sixth day. When the seventh day arrived,Anu made his voice heard and spoke,Addressed his words to Kakka, his vizier,"Kakka, I shall send you to Kurnugi,To the home of Ereshkigal who dwells within Erkalla,To say, "That god, whom I sent you,Forever [ ]Those above [ ]Those below [ ] (about 20 - 25 lines missing at end)

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URS in Khanqa Sharif (Shrine) 6th Jumadi-al-Thani 1441 Hijri This is approx Saturday 1st Feb 2020. (Depending on the Lunar date of your country).

Urs Mubarak Qutub-e-Aalam Madaar-e-Aazam “Niyaz Be-Niyaz” Hazrat Qibla Shah Niyaz Ahmed Qadri Chishti Naqshbandi Suharwardi Nizami Sabri Fakhri R.A. Khanqah-e-Niazia Bareilly Sharif, Uttarpradesh, India

27th January to 5 February 2020

1st FEB 2020 – Bada Qul Shareef, Hazrat Qibla Shah Niyaz Beniyaz R.A

Name: Qutb-e-Aalam Madaar-e-Aazam Niyaz be Niyaz Hazrat Qibla Shah Niyaz Ahmed Alvi Barelvi Qadri Chishty Soharwardi Naqshbandi Nizami Sabri Faqri (R.A.) Birth: 6th Jamadi-ul-akhir 1155 Hijri ( 7 August 1742 C.E.) Parental Lineage: From his father side the lineage (silsila-e-nasab) goes to Maula-e-Kainaat Hz Ali (KWK) & from his mother side it goes to Imamain-Kareemain Saiyaada-tun-Nisa Hz.Fatematuzzahra (R.A.).He was Alvi Syed from his patenal family and Rizvi Syed from the maternal side. Their great grandfathers belonged to royal family of Bukhara (present day Uzbekistan).Among his great grandfathers Hz Shah Ayaat-ul-lah Alvi (R.A.) left the Sultanat and got settled in Multan (Punjab province of present Pakistan).His grandson Hz Azmatullah Alvi (R.A.) came to Sirhind (Punjab,India),his Son Hz Hakeem Elahi Shah Muhammad Rahmat-ul-lah (RA) later came and settelled in Delhi.He was father of Hz. Niyaz-be-Niyaz (R.A.).He was appointed Kazi-ul-kuzzat (Chief Justice) in Delhi.He earned the title of “Hakim-e-Elahi”. Hz Shah Niyaz-be-Niyaz (R.A.) got birth in Sirhind & came to Delhi with his father. His mother’s Name was Bibi Ladoo but was famous by the name of Hz. Bibi Garib Nawaz .She was daughter of Syed Maulana Sa’id Uddin,who traced his descent from Hazrat Imam Musa Raza (R.A.).He was a spritual caliph of Hazrat Sheikh Kalim-ul-lah (R.A.)of Shahjahanabad(Delhi).She was hereself a buzurg.Her Peer-o-Murshid Hz Shah Mohi-ud-din Diyasanami/Giyasnami (R.A.) inducted her twice in Silsila-e-Qadria, the reason for making her Mureed for the second time he told was that he was actually making the child in her womb (Hz Niyaz be Niyaz RA) his mureed. Education: His primary education started at home under guidence of his mother’s father Hz Syed Maulana Sa’id Uddin.He got higher education from Madarsa Faqriya Delhi which was equivalent to a collage at that time.He completed his education including Quran,Hadis,Tafseer,Fiqh at the age of 15 .He was awarded the degree of Farighut-tahsil after 3 days of questioning by various scholars.He then became Ustad (teacher) their.He later became the principal of the Madarsa. Initiation in Sufi Order: Hz Shah Niyaz-be-Niyaz (R.A.) inherited spiritual qualities from his parents,particularly from his Mother from Childhood.

Tomb – Shrine of : Qutb-e-Aalam Madaar-e-Aazam Niyaz be Niyaz Hazrat Qibla Shah Niyaz Ahmed Alvi Barelvi Qadri Chisti Soharwardi Naqshbandi Nizami Sabri Faqri (R.A.)

His mother gave him in the care of Hz Sayed Faqruddin Muhammad Dehalvi (R.A.) who is famous by the name Maulana Faqr-e-paak/Fakr-e-Zahaan who later made Hz Shah Niyaz (R.A.) his spritual desciple.He used to call him Miyan.Hz. Faqr-e-paak deputed Hz Niyaz Be Niyaz to Bareli (Uttarpradesh,India) to carry out the work of silsila. Hz Niyaz be Niyaz RA was inducted in Qadri Silsila by Hz Abdullah Baghdadi (R.A.),who was direct descendent of Hz Gausul Aazam (R.A.).The incidence is such that one day Hz Fakre Paak(R.A.) told that in his dream Piran-e-Pir Hz Ghaus Paak (R.A.) has introduced him to a certain person (closely related to him) who would be sent to initiate Hz Niyaz-be-Niyaz (R.A.)as his desciple and Hz.Fakre Paak should have him accepted by the person.After six days Hz Fakre Paak (R.A.) told one day that Hz.Ghaus Paak (R.A.) has told him that the person has reached Delhi.Hazrat Fakre Paak placed a tray full of sweets on his head and holding the hand of Hz Niyaz-be-Niyaz (R.A.) went to Jama Masjid Delhi,where the person (Hz Abdullah Baghdadi RA) was staying.Hazrat Fakre Paak recognized Hz Abdullah Baghdadi at once and placed the tray infront of him.Hazrat Niyaz-be-niyaz was accepted by Hz Abdullah Baghdadi (R.A.) as his spiritual desciple in front of huge crowd in the arch of Jama Masjid. Hazrat Shah Niyaz Ahmed (R.A.) also received spiritual blessings from other saints of other sufi orders.In brief it can be put that he was initiated in Qadri order by Hz. Syed Abdullah Baghdadi (R.A.) and Hz Mohi-ud-din Diyasnami (R.A.),in Chisti-Nizami order by Hz Maulana Fakr-e-Jahaan(R.A.) and Hazrat Said-ud-din (R.A.),in Suharwardi order by Hz.Maulana Fakr-e-Jahaan(R.A.),and in Chisti-Sabri-Naqshbandi order from Hazrat Shah Rahmat-ul-lah. Marriage and Children: He was married with the daughter of Hz Abdullah Baghdadi (R.A.) who died after some year.He had two sons,Hz Shah Nizam-ud-din Husain (R.A.)and Shah Nasir-ud-din, from his second wife. Death (Wafaat/Visaal): 6th Jamadiussani 1250 Hijri (9th October 1834 C.E.) The presence of Sarkar Qibla remains unmatched and thousands of disciples constantly look upon him as a source of inspiration and guidance with prayers for his long life, health and happiness. Mazaar-e-aqdas: His tomb is in Bareilly (Uttar pradesh,India) .His Urs is celebrated annually in traditional way which is attended by huge crowd. Presently the Successor (Gaddi Nashin) are: Hazrat Qibla Shah Mohammad Hasnain-Hasni Mian Sahib Maddazillahu – Present Shaikh of the order ( Sitting on the Gold chair in the Image posted). & Thier Son Hazrat Mehdi Miyan sahab ( With a turban on in the image posted). Also it is worth mentioning that Hazrat Qibla Shah Mohammad Hasnain-Hasni Mian Sahib Maddazillahu are also the spiritual Guide ( Pir o Murshid ) Of Hazrath Pir Syed Farough Ahmed Chishty Niazi- Gaddin Nashin & Moallim of Ajmer Sharif. For more information on : Qutb-e-Aalam Madaar-e-Aazam Niyaz be Niyaz Hazrat Qibla Shah Niyaz Ahmed (R.A), Please visit link below: Hazrat Shah Niyaz (R.A)

808th Urs Mubarak of HAZRAT KHWAJA GHARIB NAWAZ (R.A.),

Insha -ALLAH begins from 1st Rajab 1441 Hijri ( February 2020)

Dates subject to change depending upon the visibility of Moon.

Urs Sharif Starts from 1st to 6th Rajab

20th Feb 2020 : FLAG CEREMONY.

24th Feb 2020 : URS BEGINS (Jannati Darwaza opens)

28th Feb 2020 : NAMAZ-E-JUMA

2nd March 2020 : CHATTIE SHARIF (Annual Fathia) Jannati Darwaza will be closed.

5th March 2020  : Bara QUL (FATHIA) DAY, END OF URS.

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Urs Khanqah-e-Niazia, Bareilly Sharif, 1441 Hijri. URS in Khanqa Sharif (Shrine) 6th Jumadi-al-Thani 1441 HijriThis is approx Saturday 1st Feb 2020. (Depending on the Lunar date of your country).

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URS in Khanqa Shareef (Shrine) 6th Jumadi-us-Thani 1440 Hijri This is approx Tuesday 12th February 2019. (Depending on the Lunar date of your country).

Urs Mubarak Qutub-e-Aalam Madaar-e-Aazam “Niyaz Be-Niyaz” Hazrat Qibla Shah Niyaz Ahmed Qadri Chishti Naqshbandi Suharwardi Nizami Sabri Fakhri R.A. Khanqah-e-Niazia Bareilly Sharif, Uttarpradesh, India

7th February to 16th February 2019 11th February – Gusl Paak (9 a.m.) 12th February – Qul Shareef Hazrat Qibla Shah Niyaz Beniyaz R.A

Name: Qutb-e-Aalam Madaar-e-Aazam Niyaz be Niyaz Hazrat Qibla Shah Niyaz Ahmed Alvi Barelvi Qadri Chishty Soharwardi Naqshbandi Nizami Sabri Faqri (R.A.) Birth: 6th Jamadi-ul-akhir 1155 Hijri ( 7 August 1742 C.E.) Parental Lineage: From his father side the lineage (silsila-e-nasab) goes to Maula-e-Kainaat Hz Ali (KWK) & from his mother side it goes to Imamain-Kareemain Saiyaada-tun-Nisa Hz.Fatematuzzahra (R.A.).He was Alvi Syed from his patenal family and Rizvi Syed from the maternal side. Their great grandfathers belonged to royal family of Bukhara (present day Uzbekistan).Among his great grandfathers Hz Shah Ayaat-ul-lah Alvi (R.A.) left the Sultanat and got settled in Multan (Punjab province of present Pakistan).His grandson Hz Azmatullah Alvi (R.A.) came to Sirhind (Punjab,India),his Son Hz Hakeem Elahi Shah Muhammad Rahmat-ul-lah (RA) later came and settelled in Delhi.He was father of Hz. Niyaz-be-Niyaz (R.A.).He was appointed Kazi-ul-kuzzat (Chief Justice) in Delhi.He earned the title of “Hakim-e-Elahi”. Hz Shah Niyaz-be-Niyaz (R.A.) got birth in Sirhind & came to Delhi with his father. His mother’s Name was Bibi Ladoo but was famous by the name of Hz. Bibi Garib Nawaz .She was daughter of Syed Maulana Sa’id Uddin,who traced his descent from Hazrat Imam Musa Raza (R.A.).He was a spritual caliph of Hazrat Sheikh Kalim-ul-lah (R.A.)of Shahjahanabad(Delhi).She was hereself a buzurg.Her Peer-o-Murshid Hz Shah Mohi-ud-din Diyasanami/Giyasnami (R.A.) inducted her twice in Silsila-e-Qadria, the reason for making her Mureed for the second time he told was that he was actually making the child in her womb (Hz Niyaz be Niyaz RA) his mureed. Education: His primary education started at home under guidence of his mother’s father Hz Syed Maulana Sa’id Uddin.He got higher education from Madarsa Faqriya Delhi which was equivalent to a collage at that time.He completed his education including Quran,Hadis,Tafseer,Fiqh at the age of 15 .He was awarded the degree of Farighut-tahsil after 3 days of questioning by various scholars.He then became Ustad (teacher) their.He later became the principal of the Madarsa. Initiation in Sufi Order: Hz Shah Niyaz-be-Niyaz (R.A.) inherited spiritual qualities from his parents,particularly from his Mother from Childhood.

Tomb – Shrine of : Qutb-e-Aalam Madaar-e-Aazam Niyaz be Niyaz Hazrat Qibla Shah Niyaz Ahmed Alvi Barelvi Qadri Chisti Soharwardi Naqshbandi Nizami Sabri Faqri (R.A.)

His mother gave him in the care of Hz Sayed Faqruddin Muhammad Dehalvi (R.A.) who is famous by the name Maulana Faqr-e-paak/Fakr-e-Zahaan who later made Hz Shah Niyaz (R.A.) his spritual desciple.He used to call him Miyan.Hz. Faqr-e-paak deputed Hz Niyaz Be Niyaz to Bareli (Uttarpradesh,India) to carry out the work of silsila. Hz Niyaz be Niyaz RA was inducted in Qadri Silsila by Hz Abdullah Baghdadi (R.A.),who was direct descendent of Hz Gausul Aazam (R.A.).The incidence is such that one day Hz Fakre Paak(R.A.) told that in his dream Piran-e-Pir Hz Ghaus Paak (R.A.) has introduced him to a certain person (closely related to him) who would be sent to initiate Hz Niyaz-be-Niyaz (R.A.)as his desciple and Hz.Fakre Paak should have him accepted by the person.After six days Hz Fakre Paak (R.A.) told one day that Hz.Ghaus Paak (R.A.) has told him that the person has reached Delhi.Hazrat Fakre Paak placed a tray full of sweets on his head and holding the hand of Hz Niyaz-be-Niyaz (R.A.) went to Jama Masjid Delhi,where the person (Hz Abdullah Baghdadi RA) was staying.Hazrat Fakre Paak recognized Hz Abdullah Baghdadi at once and placed the tray infront of him.Hazrat Niyaz-be-niyaz was accepted by Hz Abdullah Baghdadi (R.A.) as his spiritual desciple in front of huge crowd in the arch of Jama Masjid. Hazrat Shah Niyaz Ahmed (R.A.) also received spiritual blessings from other saints of other sufi orders.In brief it can be put that he was initiated in Qadri order by Hz. Syed Abdullah Baghdadi (R.A.) and Hz Mohi-ud-din Diyasnami (R.A.),in Chisti-Nizami order by Hz Maulana Fakr-e-Jahaan(R.A.) and Hazrat Said-ud-din (R.A.),in Suharwardi order by Hz.Maulana Fakr-e-Jahaan(R.A.),and in Chisti-Sabri-Naqshbandi order from Hazrat Shah Rahmat-ul-lah. Marriage and Children: He was married with the daughter of Hz Abdullah Baghdadi (R.A.) who died after some year.He had two sons,Hz Shah Nizam-ud-din Husain (R.A.)and Shah Nasir-ud-din, from his second wife. Death (Wafaat/Visaal): 6th Jamadiussani 1250 Hijri (9th October 1834 C.E.) The presence of Sarkar Qibla remains unmatched and thousands of disciples constantly look upon him as a source of inspiration and guidance with prayers for his long life, health and happiness. Mazaar-e-aqdas: His tomb is in Bareilly (Uttar pradesh,India) .His Urs is celebrated annually in traditional way which is attended by huge crowd. Presently the Successor (Gaddi Nashin) are: Hazrat Qibla Shah Mohammad Hasnain-Hasni Mian Sahib Maddazillahu – Present Shaikh of the order ( Sitting on the Gold chair in the Image posted). & Thier Son Hazrat Mehdi Miyan sahab ( With a turban on in the image posted). Also it is worth mentioning that Hazrat Qibla Shah Mohammad Hasnain-Hasni Mian Sahib Maddazillahu are also the spiritual Guide ( Pir o Murshid ) Of Hazrath Pir Syed Farough Ahmed Chishty Niazi- Gaddin Nashin & Moallim of Ajmer Sharif. For more information on : Qutb-e-Aalam Madaar-e-Aazam Niyaz be Niyaz Hazrat Qibla Shah Niyaz Ahmed (R.A), Please visit link below: Hazrat Shah Niyaz (R.A)

807th Urs Mubarak of HAZRAT KHWAJA GHARIB NAWAZ (R.A.),

Insha ALLAH begins from 1st Rajab 1440 Hijri ( March 2019)

Dates subject to change depending upon the visibility of Moon.

Urs Sharif Starts from 1st to 6th Rajab

3rd March 2019 : FLAG CEREMONY.

9th March 2019 : URS BEGINS (Jannati Darwaza opens)

14th March 2019 : CHATTIE SHARIF (Annual Fathia) Jannati Darwaza will be closed.

15th March 2019 : NAMAZ-E-JUMA

17th March 2019 : Bara QUL (FATHIA) DAY, END OF URS.

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URS of- Qutb-e-Aalam Madaar-e-Aazam Niyaz-be-Niyaz Hazrat Qibla Shah Niyaz Ahmed R.A-Bareilly 1440 Hijri /2019 URS in Khanqa Shareef (Shrine) 6th Jumadi-us-Thani 1440 HijriThis is approx Tuesday 12th February 2019. (Depending on the Lunar date of your country).