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The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet (Wayfarers #1)

i can wait for the galaxy outside to get a little kinder

THIS IS FROM AN AMAZING FIC CALLED “POOR WAYFARING STRANGER” BY LITHOS_SAECULUM AND IT’S HEARTBREAKING ANd it’s an AU where Cor finds teenage MT!Prompto and brings him back and tries to rehabilitate him to human life. Prompto doesn’t understand how to be human and only knows how to take orders (for example, Cor told him to never take off his sunglasses otherwise others will see his MT eyes so Prom of course FREAKS OUT when anyone tries to touch them) and it just guh goddamn everything goes wrong but it has really heartwarming moments. Ignis is amazing in it and tbh he’s the real mvp of the story so far.

Read it here

Mercy Pt 4 || Kol M.; D. Salvatore; Reader

I am editing the actual storyline so it’ll fit mine, for example the night Kol was killed, the next day they headed to the island, but in here it took a couple of days. So this isn’t going to be going 100% along with the actual TVD storyline.

Song: Wayfaring Stranger - Alextbh


“Here should be good.” Katherine’s witch said as we find a hiding spot to do the spell. I look around, taking in the scenery the island offered, and the longer I was on this island, I could feel the darkness and evil that lived on this island. I understood Kol’s warnings of Silas, how he’d bring Hell on Earth, and the horrible feeling I was getting from the island, just made me sick to my stomach.

“Okay, I need yours and Katherine’s blood so I can create a bond between the two of you so you’ll look alike.” The witch states, then turned to Katherine. “And I need a belonging that’s close to you.”

I watch as Katherine takes off her daylight pendent, and as she handing the necklace over, my understanding of why she wasn’t burning became clear, she had a daylight bracelet.

I keep quiet as the witch starts the spell, trying not to pay any attention to the fact that I’m about to bond myself Katherine, I only stay silent because that way I’ll get off the island faster.

After reciting some words in Latin, the witch opened her eyes, and head out a hand for Katherine. She cuts her palm and allows blood to soak the witches hand, it’s then my turn. She hold out her opposite hand to me and Katherine hands me the blade. I do as Katherine did, once I’m done she holds the pendent in both hands, and starts the spell again.

The witch’s nose started bleeding, I moved to stop her, but Katherine held me back, she shook her head. The Latin ceased, she then put the bloodied pendent in a small bowl of water, she hand the necklace tome, free of blood. “Put this on and it’ll make you look with Katherine.”

I clasped the necklace behind my neck, I pulled out my phone looking at the blank screen, I seen Katherine staring back at me. The spell worked.

“Are you ready?” She asked me, I nodded, she turned to the witch. “Get the boat set and be ready to leave when we get back.” The witch nodded and started packing her things.

“So what exactly is your plan?” I asked as we walked through the forest.

“I really don’t care what happens, who dies, just as long as I get the cure.”

“Why do you want the cure so bad?” She ignores my question. We reach a clearing to a cave.

“Well go ahead, I’ll be listening.” She beckons and I hesitate. I was dealing with Katherine, there’s no telling what type of trap she has set up. But we’re bonded, so for all I know I’m in the clear, then again this is Katherine.

I shake my head and walked into the chamber. And that’s where I find Damon, Elena, Stefen, and Rebekah. I felt betrayed, Rebekah was here with the people that killed her brother. And of course it didn’t end well for her, she had several stakes poking through her back, along with Damon tied in verain ropes, that’s exactly what happens when you’re with them.

“Well look what the cat dragged out of the bag.” I made myself known, already getting comfortable being Katherine. Elena then speeds over to me, but before she can lay a finger on me, I grabbed the hair at the back of her head and flipped her over, sending her into the rock wall besides me. “And the kitten gots claws.”

“What do you want Katherine.” Stefen said, diverting my attention away Elena, but I still kept ears on her.

“What everyone else here is for, the cure.” I answered, smirking. “Although, I don’t know why Damon’s here, unless his love for Elena is so deep that he’s willing to give up his vampirism.”

“You wouldn’t know what that’s like would you Katherine. Have you ever truly loved someone?” Damon asked, I pretend to think.

“Nope, though the only person that came close was Stefen. Too bad you never got a taste of my love.” I bite back.

“God, you’re such a bitch.” Elena said beside me.

“Oh honey, you haven’t seen bitch, but you’re about to. In fact you’re about to experience bitch.” I said, grabbing her cheeks and squeezing them, she pulls away.

“What do you mean?” She hisses.

“Little Jer’s about to get it, that’s what I mean.” With that, Elena and Stefen are jumping down the hole, in search for Jeremy.

“What did you do to Jeremy?” Damon hissed.

“Oh I haven’t done anything yet, it’s what I’m about to do.” I squat in front of him like he was my prey.

Damon finally gets out of the ropes and goes to grab at me, I get up and step back.

“You’re so pathetic.” Out of the corner of my eye I seen Katherine jump down the hole, there goes Jeremy.

“Like you’re any better.” He spits at me.

“I know I’m not.” I crotch down again.

“What are you doing here, don’t you have plans for Jeremy?” He asked.

“He being taken care of as we speak.” I pause. “Why, are you in a hurry to get rid of him? I mean, I can always go down there and speed up the process.” I taut.

“No, I just want to get rid of you.” He said, the sunlight hitting his face perfectly, making his skin and eyes glow. I fall in love with him all over again, so much that I want to reach out and move his black strand of hair that fell on his forehead, and I do. And before any of it registers, one hand is grabbing my wrist pulling me closer and the other is wrapping around the pendent, and yanking it away from me so I’ll burn.

I jump away from him, “You really tried to kill me? First Kol and now me, you guys are on a roll.” I was hurt, I couldn’t believe I actually fell for him.

He had a shocked look on his face, it was then I remembered he thought I was Katherine and now he know it was actually me. I regain composer, I wasn’t going let him see me weak again.

“Y/N?”

“What Damon, why are you so surprised?” My voice dipping with venom.

“Why are you here and what did you do to Jeremy?”

“I’m here to avenge Kol and I didn’t do anything to Jeremy, that doesn’t mean Katherine isn’t about to, that is if she doesn’t get to him before I do.” I turn around and as I’m about to jump down the hole, Damon pounced on me. We both fall down the hole, my hands and knees breaking my fall, but sharp rocks broke through my skin, causing my palms and knees to bleed.

Damon, who landed on his feet, threw me into the closest wall, wrapping his hand around my throat.

“I can’t let you do that.” He squeezed my throat a little more, in a threatening manner.

“What are you going to do then Damon, kill me? Because I’m not going to stop until your girlfriend or her brother pays.” I looked in his ice blue eyes and I no longer had remorse for him.

“What is your deal?”

My deal, is that your girlfriend plotted my best friend’s murder. The best friend that was there for me when you weren’t, while you were catering to poor Elena, as if she already doesn’t have enough people that pity her. No, Kol kept me for kill hundreds of people, because despite what all of you believe, he’s actually a good person, but not good enough for your standards.” And with that I rip Damon’s hand away from my throat and kick him into the opposite wall, I walk over to him. “That’s exactly what got into me, I woke up, I realized that nobody will be good for any of you, unless Elena deems them good, then they’re seen as the greatest person in the world. I don’t understand how all of you are rapped around her finger so easily.”

“Is that seriously what all this is about, you’re jealous or Elena?”

“No, this is about Kol, and how she killed him in cold blood because she deemed him unworthy. Your sweet Elena, isn’t as angelic as she seems.” With that I head towards the Gilbert’s, no longer caring if they seen who I really was or not.

“Y/N?” A voice I thought I would never hear again said behind me.

I turn around, hope flooding through me.

“Kol.”


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Mercy Masterlist 

No pity.

Patient: Doc, I think I need an antibiotic. I’m dyin here. 

Wayfaring: Mmmkay…how long have you been sick with this cold?

Patient: Oh it started 2 days ago. But I think it’s moving into my chest. Probably need a Z-pak or somethin. Hey you sound kinda sick too, doc!

Wayfaring: Yeah, I’ve got the same virus you do.

Patient: Well what are you taking for it?

Wayfaring: I’m constantly sipping ginger tea with honey and lemon. And Nyquil at night. 

Patient: Oh you musta just got it. It hasn’t gotten bad yet. You just wait till you’re where I am. How long you been sick?

Wayfaring: Let’s see…. today makes 3 weeks. 

Patient

The crossroads is the place where all paths begin. Crossroads are primal places of passage, at which the axis that links the underworld with the upperworld intersects this transitionary world on which we walk. As with all areas of liminality, the crossroads is a place of physical and spiritual danger. here the wayfarer must decide on which direction he or she must take. The usual hard and fast distinction between the physical and the non-material worlds here appears less certain, and the chance of encountering something supernatural is more likely. in classical times, crossroads were sanctified with a herm, an image of Hermes, the god of traffic and trade. this mercurial deity, who indicates the right road and guides the traveler’s footsteps, was the generic of the particular spirit of each individual crossroads, places where magical changes can be enacted.
—  Nigel Pennick, The Eldritch World
The Wikipedia troll

I can’t believe I haven’t told the story of my Wikipedia troll yet.

So, last year I did a lot of page curation on Wikipedia. There were a lot of spam pages but more often than not they were just not notable people. In any case, one such page that I marked for deletion was one of the Militant Christian Church. Deleted for spam and being non-notable. Then, a few minutes later, there was another page about the pastor of that church, whose name was Ebeneezer Lux, I believe. Marked for deletion for the same reasons. In any case, after I marked them for deletion, I went to bed.

The next morning I woke up to about five different notifications. And they were all from the same guy, someone named A Humble Footsolider in Archangel Michael’s Army. The same dude that had created all those pages. He went on a paragraphs-long rant that I found by digging back through the edit log. “I am a faithful, zealous, righteous and upright Christian soldier, committed to fight for MY Faith with no hesitations and no qualms, and give No Quarter to all Enemies of Christ - be they Infidel, Backslider, Heretic, Papist or Atheist - as all these are but different face of the same ANCIENT FOE, all alike but bestial minions of Satan and the Antichrist, all alike enemies which the True Christian Knight is duty bound to fight and extirpate. So be it, so be it, Amen in the Highest! So Hast God Ordained At The Very Creation Of The World, and So Verily Shalt It Be! The Thrice-Cursed Witch and Minion of Satan and of the Anti-Christ Nicole calling herself “MereTechnicality” is a Prime Example of such Cursed Enemies of the Christian Faith and the True Christian Church. Along with All Other Minions of Satan, she shalt be EXTIRPATED! Begone, ye Creature of Darkenss, ere the Light of the Risen Jesus Christ Militant strike Ye like Unto Seventy-Seven Suns! Amen, Amen, Amen in the Highest - God’s Will Be Done!A Humble Foot Soldier in Archangel Michael’s Army (talk) 11:14, 18 February 2017 (UTC)[[User:A Humble Foot Soldier in Archangel Michael’s Army|A Humble Foot Soldier in Archangel Michael’s Army]] ([[User talk:A Humble Foot Soldier in Archangel Michael’s Army|talk]]) 11:18, 18 February 2017 (UTC)“

so i’m just here laughing my ass off at this guy who is literally challenging me to holy combat and everyone is just giving him templated responses like “please do not vandalize the talk pages of others” and then he came back on his talk page about how HE IS HERE TO CLEANSE WIKIPEDIA AND PREPARE IT FOR EBENEEZER LUX’S HOLY MESSAGE AND I’M JUST LAUGHING SO HARD AT THIS

he got banned obviously.

but then months later i got another string of notifications. all from one guy whose name was “A Wayfarer Bearing the Sword of Jesus” so immediately i’m like “oh here we go again”

and the dude is just RAILING on me. apparently tagging those two pages was enough to doom me to hellfire or at least a spot on his blacklist. his message read as follows:

“ Foul Fiend, though stands Unmasked and revealed as the Satanic Minion thou art! Yea Indeed! Being enmeshed the Coils and Most Nefarious Designs of thy Infernal Master, thou hast Transgressed, Blasphemed and Presumed to block the True Word of God in Wikipedia! For such an Enormity of Mortal Sin there is not – and cannot be – any Forgiveness! Know, thou Wretch, thou Foul Fiend, thou Satanic Minion, that the True Word of God issues and emanates from The Most Holy Person Now Living, none less than The Most Holy Reverend Ebenezer Abel Lux, Consecrated Pastor and Prophetic Leader of the First Church of Jesus Christ Militant, to whom were vouchsafed Divine Visions and Angelic Visitations and who is Fated and Destined to Stand at the Right Hand of Christ in the Second Coming. Know, thou Wretch, that the Synod of The First Church of Jesus Christ Militant has duly resolved and commanded and commended that Wikipedia must be and shalt be Cleansed and Purified and be made a Ready and Fitting Vehicle for the True Word of God. Know, thou Wretch, that I, Thomas Lucas McGregor III, am a faithful, zealous, righteous and upright Christian soldier, a True, Faithful and Loyal Son and Knight of the Church, and that I most willingly and happily do the bidding of the Synod and of the Most Holy Reverend Lux – so help me God Almighty and the Risen Jesus Christ Militant. Thereupon I, Thomas Lucas McGregor III, Soldier of Christ, hereby challenge thou, Fould Fiend and Minion of Satan, to single combat! Yea, to to single combat! Choose your Arms and Come to Me on the Field of Tournament! You may prepare all thy Infernal Devices, you may beseech the aid of Succor of thy Foul Infernal Master – but it would avail thee Naught. For it is God Almighty who Guides my sword arm, and it Jesus’ Bright Sword of Justice which I Bear. To the Righteous shalt Victory go, yea indeed, most assuredly! I shalt meet thou on the Field of Testing and I shalt mete out to thee thy Just Deserts. Thy Earthly Husk shalt go to a miserable shameful burial in Unhallowed Ground, and thy Doomed Immortal Soul shalt go down to Total Perdition and a million million years of unceasing Hellish Torture – as thou so very richly Deserve. So be it, so be it, Amen in the Highest! So Hast God Ordained At The Very Creation Of The World, and So Verily Shalt It Be! Amen, Amen, Amen! [[User:A Wayfarer Bearing the Sword of Jesus|A Wayfarer Bearing the Sword of Jesus]] ([[User talk:A Wayfarer Bearing the Sword of Jesus|talk]]) 15:44, 22 April 2017 (UTC)”

and obviously that sockpuppet was also banned BUT THAT STILL WASN’T THE END OF IT

by the time i get another string of messages i’m just like “oh it’s the fundie he’s back”

"I am a humble Christian soldier and obedient servant of the Glorious First Church of Jesus Christ Militant. I full obedience to the Commands of the Church and of its Most Holy Leader and Spiritual Guide, The Most Holy Reverend Ebenezer Abel Lux, I have come into Wikipedia to do here my Most Holy Duty to God Almighty and The Risen Jesus Christ Militant and issue a Challenge to Personal Combat to the Satanic Minions who have infested Wikipedia and are Charged by their Most Foul Infernal Master with the Nefarious Task of block the True Word of God from being heard and disseminated. In pursuance with my above-mentioned duty I have embarked on issuing the challenges in the Prescribed Form as follows:
Satanic Minion, I Challenge Thee To Single Combat! Foul Fiend, thou stands Unmasked and revealed as the Satanic Minion thou art! Yea Indeed! Being enmeshed in the Coils and Most Nefarious Designs of thy Infernal Master, thou hast Transgressed, Blasphemed and Presumed to block the True Word of God in Wikipedia! For such an Enormity of Mortal Sin there is not – and cannot be – any Forgiveness! Know, thou Wretch, thou Foul Fiend, thou Satanic Minion, that the True Word of God issues and emanates from The Most Holy Person Now Living, none less than The Most Holy Reverend Ebenezer Abel Lux, Consecrated Pastor and Prophetic Leader of the First Church of Jesus Christ Militant, to whom were vouchsafed Divine Visions and Angelic Visitations and who is Fated and Destined to Stand at the Right Hand of Christ in the Second Coming. Know, thou Wretch, that the Synod of The First Church of Jesus Christ Militant has duly resolved and commanded and commended that Wikipedia must be and shalt be Cleansed and Purified and be made a Ready and Fitting Vehicle for the True Word of God. Know, thou Wretch, that I, Thomas Lucas McGregor III, am a faithful, zealous, righteous and upright Christian soldier, a True, Faithful and
Loyal Son and Knight of the Church, and that I most willingly and happily do the bidding of the Synod and of the Most Holy Reverend Lux – so help me God Almighty and the Risen Jesus Christ Militant. Thereupon I, Thomas Lucas McGregor III, Soldier of Christ, hereby challenge thou, Foul Fiend and Minion of Satan, to single combat! Yea, to single combat! Choose your Arms and Come to Me on the Field of Tournament! You may prepare all thy Infernal Devices, you may beseech the Aid and Succor of thy Foul Infernal Master – but it would avail thee Naught. For it is God Almighty who Guides my sword arm, and it is Jesus’ Bright Sword of Justice which I Bear. To the Righteous shalt Victory go, yea indeed, most assuredly! I shalt meet thee on the Field of Testing and I shalt mete out to thee thy Just Deserts. Thy Earthly Husk shalt go to a miserable shameful burial in Unhallowed Ground, and thy Doomed Immortal Soul shalt go down to Total Perdition and a Million Million Years of unceasing Hellish Torture – as thou so very richly Deserve. So be it, so be it, Amen in the Highest! So Hast God Ordained At The Very Creation Of The World, and So Verily Shalt It Be! Amen, Amen, Amen! A Humble Christian Pilgrim and Knight (talk) 12:55, 31 July 2017 (UTC)”
Black List of Satanic Minions calling themselves “administrators” of Wikipedia – doomed, doomed, doomed, one and all, to Fall before the Bright Sword of Jesus Christ Militant and go down to their Just Deserts, to Perdition and Eternal Hellish Torture: User:Widr,
User:MereTechnicality, (me!)
User:Jake Brockman,
User:Non-dropframe,
User:JamesBWatson,
User:Yunshui,
User:Jackninja5,
User:Materialscientist,
User:Exemplo347,
User:NeilN
So far the text of the Challenges to Single Combat which I issued to the Foul Satanic Minions in the Prescribed Form as laid down by the One and Only True Church, First Church of Jesus Christ Militant, in accordance with True Traditions and Usages of Chivalry as of Olden Times. I have been disrupted and blocked in this Holy Task of issuing Challenges to Single Combat - clearly yet another Manifestation of the Nefarious Satanic Minions and their Stanglhold on Wikipedia WHICH MUST AND SHALT BE DULY BROKEN! In the process, yet another Satanic Minion, calling himself User:There'sNoTime, has revealed his Ugly Face. He, too, shalt of course be added to the Black List of Satanic Minions calling themselves “administrators” of Wikipedia – doomed, doomed, doomed, one and all, to Fall before the Bright Sword of Jesus Christ Militant and go down to their Just Deserts, to Perdition and Eternal Hellish Torture. He, too, shalt be duly issued with a Challenge to Single Combat and he too shalt most assuredly Fall before the Bright Sword of Jesus Christ Militant wielded by my Sword Arm.
and at the end added “So thereupon I request and indeed most sternly DEMAND that this stupid Satanic "block” be removed forthwith and that that I be enabled to continue uninterrupted on my Holy Task of Cleansing Wikipedia and making it a Fit Vehicle for the True Word of God. And again do I sternly warn that all who presuming to stop the Humble Servant of Gon in the Fulfilment of his Ordained Task are risking their immortal Souls, that anyone persisting and maintaining this stupid Satanic “block” are risking no less than Utter Perdition, a Million Million Years of the Most Hellish Unceasing Torture. I have spoken, you have been WARNED, so Help Me God! Amen, Amen, Amen![[User:A Humble Christian Pilgrim and Knight|A Humble Christian Pilgrim and Knight]] ([[User talk:A Humble Christian Pilgrim and Knight#top|talk]]) 12:55, 31 July 2017 (UTC)}}“

so anyway every few months i just get like seven notifications from this guy coming back for another round and it’s always just hilarious.

You know what the kicker is? I’m not even an admin on Wikipedia.

Stubborn as a mule

Wayfaring: So…. you’re calling me because you’re so sweaty and nauseated and short of breath that you couldn’t finish your All Star Breakfast at the Waffle House.

Patient: No the gym called you because I came here to check my blood pressure and now they want me to go to the ER and I told them I wasn’t going. 

Wayfaring: Mmmhmmm… so… even though you had a heart attack and got a stent and then had an enormous blood clot in your lung all less than two weeks ago, you don’t think it’s reasonable that we send you to the hospital? 

Patient: What’re they gonna do anyway? They can’t do anything! They just wanna run tests and run up bills. I don’t think I ever had a blockage. They made me get the blood clot when they were running wires into my heart. I can just come to your office and you can check me out.

Wayfaring: Let me be clear with you, sir. If you come to my office, you will be wasting your time. I will be sending you to the emergency room based on your symptoms and your vitals and your recent illness.

Patient: Ugh, you people and your tests. 

Wayfaring: Do I need to remind you that I have already saved your life TWICE this year, sir? Please at least respect that and trust me when I tell you that this is not good.

Patient: *hangs up. Shows up at my office 2 hours later. Gets sent to the hospital. Gets mad. But once again DOESN’T DIE because of Wayfaring.*

Wayfaring: 

Nurse: You know, one day he’s not going to come up here and he’s just gonna have the big one and die at home.

Wayfaring: And I’m gonna put “stubbornness” as his cause of death on his death certificate.

Hidden City Glitch

Hello everyone! Wayfarer yourspacestepmom here to give out another little glitch tutorial of my favorite backstage (And to quickly excuse for the length of this post again-)

The sand slide glitch! I’ve called it that, but there’s multiple names people use for the levels in the game. (The most popular name for this glitch is actually the hidden city, last time I’ve heard?) I’m just technical and call the levels by their defining gameplay and all.

I’ve recently realized that I never elaborated on this particular glitch in my more popular guide I did a few months back, so I’ve decided to give a tutorial now (Complete with pictures! And a kind of low quality video)

First off, just go all the way down to the end of the level. Yup! Do whatever you feel like until that point! In fact I actually recommend collecting most the symbols you can get from the levels prior for your first few attempts to get in, the more air time the better!

Alright so after the little falling cutscene you should find yourself facing the white ancestor shrine from the middle of the big room. Turn around and face the wall behind you

There should be 3 pillars pointing up and this edgy outcropping going on in the wall you fell down from

You’ll be heading to the wall that the circle covers

If you get confused, there’s a horizontal pillar sticking out of your wall of interest just a little up of the ridges

Your main goal is to climb up this wall, utilizing the ridges to fly up higher and higher up the wall to where the invisible wall ends. Where does it end?

If you walk to the left following the wall you’ll eventually find where the light brown wall meets black rock. The black rock is your general target, where you can scale over the invisible wall

With that said, let’s do this

A closer look at our wall of interest (You can still see the pillar to the top left) You’ll notice some ridges that look almost at an angle one could walk up

Surprise! You actually can almost stand on the tops of the rock ridges! I put an emphasis on almost, as you will still slide downwards when you land on them, so hug the wall and jump whenever you have to to keep from slipping off. These ridges are important to remember because standing/sliding down on them will still recharge your scarf. This gives you the energy to keep scaling up, now aim for the pillar I kept pointing at (It has the same sliding physics as the ridges on an important note)

Now that we’re at the slidey pillar, you may notice there doesn’t appear to be any more close ridges. Don’t be fooled, there’s still more. Fly higher up and to the left still hugging the wall, and there are more solid ridges to be found

(Pat yourself on the back, you’ve gotten pretty high from where you began!)

Now the ridge outcroppings end for sure after this one, well, where next?

The top of his pillar. It will be your last slidey recharge/pit stop before the clip

And would you look at that! There’s our wall noted before we started going up! Make sure you have sufficiently full charge before leaping and

wheeeeeeeee

And here we are! The hard part’s over! Now then, for the real fun of the glitch, it may be hard to notice but there’s this huge sand mountain that looks white to the left because it’s a little far. Perspective thing.

Fly towards it and admire it’s hugeness, then start climbing up it and moving slightly to the right towards this 90 degree angle of sand off to the right while moving up (My footage ends here, I take shots from the original video I used for reference my first few times now)

A better shot of the aforementioned 90 degree angle of sand

Once there, climb up it! I’m not even kidding, as long as you just keep pushing into it and flying your scarf will always recharge! Scale it all the way to the top, annnd~

…The result is a surprise I really don’t want to spoil, but I can give you a hint and say, you’ve seen that place before. For an added surprise, turn your camera towards where you came from. Once you desire to leave, there are two exits:

1. Just jump back into the sand slide, it should be to the right if you are facing away from the area where you entered. Make sure you come in from a high angle to avoid squeezing yourself between invisible walls (It can happen)

2. Return to the small hill where you came through the clip from and follow the path the other way until you see the blue light you see when walking into the next level, then walk towards the gate doors. It’ll load up the next level right away as if you had walked through it normally

So in case anyone was wondering as a little tip, you want to touch as many ridges on the way to the clip, by the way. Each ridge you touch gives you a higher maximum flying height to help reach the height of the clip.

And a last note just as a precaution, I recommend signing off of the ps3 network while practicing this (Home button -> Network Tab -> hover over Account management -> Press triangle). This prevents getting any innocent cloaks caught up and possibly stuck in between walls in an attempt to follow you. I’m noting this because this clip can be particularly pesky sometimes with new timers and I’ve lost a few myself while trying out between the walls/didn’t make through with them and had to watch them disconnect when they gave up. Practice makes this perfect and easier to pull with companions!

For a final bonus to help people understand the glitch workings more clearly, I’ve taken the liberty of uploading my recording I took my screenshots from for everyone to see. Mind the really bad quality/lack of capture software <:U; It’s also a little obvious where I stop or try too hard to take a good screencap

And here’s the alternate video I used as a reference for when I was first trying this glitch! (And in much better quality!)

Broken Bottles, Broken Ribs

(A repost, with better formatting? I hope.

Here we go, kids. The first chapter of Wayfaring Strangers.)

There are a lot of really seedy planets in this sector of the universe. It probably has something to do with the fact that there’s a high-security prison planet not that far away, which seems like it would deter the scum of this system from congregating, but newly released inmates generally have nowhere to go and remarkably singular sets of skills. There’s a smuggling ring on Aegis, and Orbask Iner deals in assassins, and there’s a tiny dwarf planet called Junker where criminals store ill-gotten goods like ship parts and scrap metal, and at least four other spots with monomaniacal interests and bad reputations. The worst of all of them, however, has got to be Heskillion 8. It’s got everything the wanting criminal could ask for, from drugs and illegal goods, to slave trafficking, to assassins and bodyguards. It’s a scummy sort of place.

And in this festering hive of villainy, the dirtiest crooks generally tend to find their way to The Broken Blackhole, where they might drown their sorrows and anger in acidic alcohol and bad company.

And this is, of course, where Tabris finds herself.

She hasn’t precisely come here on purpose, since she’s only a criminal in the vaguest definition of the term. She may pilfer goods now and then, but she’s never killed anyone so far as she knows, so she’s got kind of the moral high ground on a lot of the people here. Not that she’d actually mention that, since she doesn’t really fancy a shiv in her ribs.

She does look a bit out of place, she’s sure. For one thing, she’s marginally cleaner than the surrounding aliens, having showered just a few days ago. She’s got her long hair tugged up into a bun and she’s carrying a bag that’s easily too heavy for her bony frame. It holds a lot more than it looks like, too. Interior spacial distortion technology. Technically illegal, but… well. No one’s gonna ask, she doesn’t think.

She stands on a busy street corner and looks around, squinting up at the smoggy sky. She’s just now working off the exhaustion from her last journey on a ship, and she’s trying to keep alert since this place is kind of dangerous. She lifts a scrap of paper and looks down at it to decipher the scrawl the ship’s captain had put on it. She’d asked her if there was anywhere she could find someone willing to take her to the next system, somewhere smugglers or merchants spent their time, and what was written was either ‘The Broken Blackhole’ or ‘The Blues Barroom”, but when she’d asked for clarification she’d gotten some unintelligible mush of words even her translator couldn’t decipher.

So she was going with the old ‘try both and see which one turns up a lead’.

She looks from the paper to across the narrow street where, tucked into an alley, is the delapidated building known as The Broken Blackhole. It’s got a holo-sign out front of a blackhole- creative- with a jagged crack up through the middle. She sighs softly, adjusts her bag, and scurries across the street when there’s a lull in traffic.

There’s a Nerulian bouncer at the front door who glowers down at her as she enters, their six beefy arms crossed over their chest and torso. They don’t stop her though, just squint as she passes by, and the door slides up and open as she comes near. She steps inside and is immediately assaulted by a smell that reminds her of pickled river fish. She wrinkles her nose some.

A few of the bar-goers turn to look at her as she enters, appraising this odd and rather fragile looking newcomer. She imagines they’re trying to decide if she’ll be easy pickings, if she’s just an idiot wandering into the most dangerous bar in the area with no way to defend herself. And, okay, she might not be a bruiser or anything, but she’s fast and agile and she’s got a Stunstick, so she’s not terribly worried.

She holds her head high as she crosses the room, towards the bar, and sets her bag down beside a stool. She climbs up into it, twining her tail around the straps of her bag to keep it nearby, and to give her a warning if anyone tries to be sneaky.

Tabris looks down the length of the bar to examine her neighbors. There’s a human man with a weird hat slumped over the bar, nursing a bottle of some undrinkable swill and glaring at the polished metal beneath his arms, and she sees a scarred-up Draalan woman with her back to the bar, watching a nearby card game with a drink in hand.

“What’re you havin’?” grunts a deep, croaking voice nearby. Tabris turns and looks down some and sees the bartender, a Friglia male with a bulbous red throat and missing all three eyes on one side of his head. “Hurry up. Don’t got all day.”

Her ears perk, and then she leans forward on her elbows. “Yeah, just go ahead and give me a Xarbo Sampler.” it’s a powerful drink by most standards, but she’s a Helioph Nicto and she metabolizes most of this shit too fast for it to really effect her. Still, she figures the strength of the drink might earn her some credibility points here.

Indeed, the Friglia swipes his translucent eyelids over his good eyes, like he can’t quite believe what he’s heard, then rolls his scarcely mentionable shoulders and goes to pour her drink. The thin, glowing green liquid is pretty enough. “That’ll be two creds.” he grunts. Tabris nods and taps the two creds onto the bar.

“Thanks.” she says, lifts the drink and takes a long sip. It burns as it goes down and the hair on the back of her neck stands on in, but it’s a good sort of feeling. She sets her glass down and eyes the barkeeper steadily. “So. You probably know a lot of folks around here, huh? Regulars?”

“Don’t talk to Enforcers.” croaks the barkeep. “Bounty hunters or assassins gotta come durin’ off hours.”

“Okay cool, but that’s not what I need.” she waves a hand. “I’m not looking to kill anyone, and I’d rather kill myself than wear Enforcer red. All I need is someone with a ship who’d be willing to take me on to the next system.”

The friglia considers this for a moment, and then blows air from his throat flaps. The red color fades, just a little. “Got a couple folks.” he tells her. “Zirilla Blue’s the most known for flyin’ their ship out of system. Ain’t here right now, though. Glugichk Reeba,” he motions to the card game, to a roguishly handsome alien. He kind of looks like the child of human and a Jesteri, with soft violet skin over lanky muscle. He’s got thin scars along his cheeks and shoulders, but they look deliberate, like a pattern. His dark yellow eyes are focused with an unnerving intensity on the game. “Glugichk does some smugglin’ out that way, but he don’t take kindly to tag-alongs, and…” he eyes her up and down. “Reckon he’d chew you up and spit you right back out. Likes ‘em young and he ain’t too gentle.”

Tabris wrinkles her nose a bit. Ah. That sort of scum, then. “Sounds like a really swell guy.” she mumbles, ears twitching. “Anyone else?”

“Not that I know of. Could be some of the ones who ain’t regulars do some work that way, but they ain’t shared that information with me.” the friglia puffs. “Take my advice and wait for Zirilla t’show up. They’re far more friendly.”

“Mm. Thanks.” Tabris sighs, and swirls her drink in the glass with slow motions of her hand. She watches Glugichk as he plays, sees the faint quirk of his mouth as he wins a hand. She sighs, and then downs the rest of her drink in one go. She can’t afford to wait around for too long. Time to bite the bullet and take a risk. She starts to slide off of her bar stool, lifting her bag up off of the floor.

But before she can make a move towards the game, the human man in the hat does something really, really stupid.

She sees him twist in his seat, grip his drink, and throw it as hard as he can towards the card game. It hits with force and shatters, spraying the players with something that smells like vinegar and dreg piss and small shards of glass. The other three players push back with snarls and shouted expletives, but Glugichk stands, slowly, with silvery hair dripping wet, having taken the brunt of the drink to his front. He eyes the human man carefully. Human Man stumbles to his feet, perhaps somewhat inebriated.

“What the fuck,” Glugichk snarls, drawing his lips back over small square teeth. “You got a fucking problem, ape?” he crosses the room in three long strides and grabs Human Man by the front of his shirt, dragging him close. Glugichk has a good head or two of height on him.

Human Man stares up at his foe from under the brim of his hat, and then- smirks. And uses his forehead to break Glugichk’s nose.

Tabris has been involved in a few bar fights before. She’s not really a fan, since she prefers to have freedom of movement, and bars are usually sort of crowded and confined. So she’s pretty much definitely not on board for this situation, at all, and as soon as it starts she hauls ass over the bar to the relative safety of the other side. The friglia bartender huddles beneath the bar with her. She feels like they’re forming a real friendship, here. She looks at him and grins crookedly.

“Got another drink?”

It’s chaos in the bar. Tabris only looks out once, and it’s just a fucking hurricane of bodies and the sounds of fists hitting meaty bits and bones cracking, and cursing, and screaming. She doesn’t hear anything like blasters or guns or weaponry beyond the basics, like barstools and table legs. For a brawl in a seedy back-end bar, it’s remarkably civil.

They hide underneath the bar for twenty minutes. Tabris keeps track of it; it’s by far the longest fight she’s ever been witness to, although she supposes that’s because there’s not many Enforcers who’d be willing to wade into this den of filth to break it up. Eventually, though, things quiet down enough for Tabris and her new friend to slink out and survey the damage.

There are several bar patrons on the ground now, or slumped over tables or chairs, in varying states of consciousness and injury. The air is thick with the smell of blood and spilled drinks. Tabris can’t see Human Man anymore, but Glugichk is really fucked up and lying on the floor. His pretty face is pretty swollen. It’s kind of poetic justice.

There’s a trail of red blood leading out the front door. So far as Tabris knows, humans are the ones who have red blood most of the time, so she figures he got out. She leans against the bar and then looks down at the friglia.

“So, this happens pretty often, huh?” she asks.

The bartender heaves a croaking sigh. “Every other week or so. Comes with the territory.” he grumbles. “S’why I got good insurance. What’re you gonna do now, kid?”

Tabris narrows her eyes. “I’m not a kid.” she informs him, and sighs as she surveys the carnage again. “Guess I’m stuck here for another day, though. Until I can find a ship and a captain that’s not swallowing his own teeth.” she purses her lips. “…know any decent hotels around here?”

“Decent? Nah.” he shakes his head. “But I know a not-as-shitty-as-others hotel. Called Endrel’s, couple blocks down towards the port. Shaped like a diamond, can’t miss it.”

“Right, thanks.” Tabris nods and grins. “You’re a good guy, uh…”

“Chargrul.” he grunts. “Go on, get goin’. Gotta have my guys come in and clean this place up…”

Tabris nods, and hops over the bar and onto the opposite side. She adjusts her bag on her back and steps out onto the street. There are a few folks who seem like they want to get in and check out the carnage, maybe pocket a few unsupervised valuables, but Tabris pushes through them and seeks out the signs pointing towards the port. She starts off that way, keeping an eye out for any building that looks like a diamond.

She walks for maybe fifteen minutes before she sees it in the distance, some ways away. She does a mental calculation of how many creds she has left, deciding if it’s worth it to splurge on a room or if she ought to conserve. She guesses she has to, since it doesn’t seem like a good idea to sleep on the streets around here.

She’s just about there when she passes by a narrow alley, and something in the darkness catches her eye. She turns her head, peering into the shadows, expecting some street animal, or maybe some homeless vagrant. Instead, she sees a vaguely familiar shape huddled up against the wall, and a trail of blood leading up to him. Red blood. Human Man.

It’s really not her business at all, if she’s being honest. She should, by rights, be mad at him, since he technically ruined her chance at getting a lift from that scummy pilot in the bar. She ought to leave him to his business, but Tabris has a weakness, and it’s that she’s got a soft heart underneath all the sass. It’s a true nightmare, sometimes. So she heaves a sigh, and walks over, and stands beside him. He doesn’t acknowledge her presence at all.

“Hey.” she says. Nothing. Her eyes narrow. “Hey! Human guy. Are you dead?” she nudges him with her boot and he grunts and shifts a bit. Looks up at her slowly, and she sees his swollen, bruised cheek and the blood of his split lip and bleeding nose. He’s got somethin in his shoulder, and- ah, a very large splinter of wood, probably from one of the chairs. Explains all of the blood.

“You’re probably about to bleed out, you know.” she informs him; she’s no expert on humans, but she doesn’t think they regenerate blood at the speed her own species does.

“…there’s worse things…” he grunts back, in an accent she’s unfamiliar with, although she hasn’t spoken to many humans and figures maybe that’s what they all sound like? Hm.

“Yeah sure, maybe. But that’s a really stupid way to die, is all.” she puts her hands on her narrow hips. “Starting a fight in a shitty bar for… uh. Literally no reason, I’m pretty sure? And then dying from an overgrown sliver? That’s stupid.”

Human Man looks down at his shoulder, like he’s just now really noticing the injury and the intruding piece of wood. He lifts a hand up towards it.

“Wait-”

Too late. He tugs it free, and the ensuing gush of blood is both impressive and kind of terrifying.

“Oh! My god!” Tabris drops her bag and digs through it until she finds a shirt she doesn’t wear much anymore, and stuffs it against the wound. “What the fuck is wrong with you! You’re literally about to die! Do humans not have self-preservation instincts? Get up- get- come on!”

She forces him to stand, although it can’t be easy given how much blood he’s losing- but then again, she couldn’t really carry him if she needed to. She tries to help support his weight with his arm over her shoulders, and the two step out of the alley into the sun. Now weighed down with unexpected responsibilities, Tabris drags Human Man out towards the sidewalk.

“Fucking stupid ass ape. Ugh. You’d better hope there’s a hospital on this shitty planet…”

==

There is exactly one hospital on this shitty planet, and it’s definitely the cleanest place she’s seen so far. St. Xagnus’ is some kind of donation from a far richer planet, and while it’s far from pristine, it seems like it fulfills it’s intended purpose. The emergency room is full of people in varying states of health and injury; even as they stumble through the doors, Tabris sees a Kuronian with a jagged lightbolt in his chest, sitting patiently alongside a child who’s holding a bow. There’s a woman in the corner that seems to be vomitting sludge, and a gargon of indeterminate gender who’s got exactly six gunshot wounds to their leg, and is idly reading a newspaper.

Tabris figures Human Man should probably get seen to first, though. And then maybe the Kuronian.

“Can I get some help here?” she calls, breathing heavily under the weight of the mostly-limp human, who has been teetering back and forth from conscious to not for the past few minutes.

Immediately a nurse steps out and approaches them, and moments later two orderlies arrive with a stretcher and haul Human Man onto it. They wheel him through towards the interior of the hospital.

“Are you relation?” the nurse asks Tabris, who’s wiping blood off the side of her top. Tabris looks up and perks her ears.

“Uhm…”

“Because if you’re not a relation, I’ll have to ask you to leave. There was a bar fight nearby and I think it’s going to get very busy in here soon.”

“Uh, yeah, I, uh, heard about that. No, I’m, uh, definitely family. I’m his… sister…” she winces. “He’s adopted.”

“Right.” the nurse kind of looks like she doesn’t buy it, but is too busy to care. “Right. Come with me, I have paperwork I’ll need you to fill out then.” she steps away from her desk and bustles through the doors after her new patient.

Tabris wonders silently why she didn’t just… leave. The opportunity was right there, after all. Except now she’s gotten all involved with this stupid fucker, and she kind of wants to see whether he lives or not. She heaves a sigh and follows.

She’s brought to a small waiting room that appears to be more for families of the injured and sick than anyone else. She sits, and is given a holo-board with a form on the screen. It asks for quite a lot of personal information. Tabris clears her throat. Fuck.

She considers just bullshitting the whole thing, but she figures that might end with him… dying, so she stands and heads to the counter.

“Hey, so.” it’s a different nurse. “I just brought my brother in. Human guy, beat up, uh, puncture wound to the shoulder. And like, I know a lot of this, uh, medical stuff, he’s… definitely my brother, but there’s some stuff I don’t know, so, like. Can one of you maybe bring me his wallet? He keeps all his information in there.” she gives what she prays is a winning smile.

This nurse looks just about the same level of exhausted as the previous- given the state of this planet, Tabris imagines they stay kind of busy- and then rolls her chair over and speaks quietly to an orderly nearby. The orderly leaves, and then returns later with a small basin of items. She sees the man’s weird hat inside, a belt, a pair of archaic looking pistols, a wallet, and… the keys to a starship. Jackpot.

“His clothes were covered in blood. It was a biohazard, we threw them out.” explains the orderly. “He’s being stabilized now; the sooner you can get those forms finished, the sooner we can prep him for surgery.”

“Right.” Tabris nods. “Just one second.”

She returns to her seat from before. She considers just taking the keys and wallet and skipping out, but she’s come this far, so might as well see it through, right? Ugh, she hates being altruistic… she opens his wallet and digs through it, discarding receipts and a few foreign coins. She finds a few creds, but not much, and a small handful of ID cards that… very clearly do not belong to the man himself. She can tell that much because all of these people aren’t human.

So he’s a thief too. Nice.

There’s not much of value in it, though, and certainly nothing that gives her much information for him, and she’s about to toss the thing to the side when her keen eyes catch sight of a seam on the interior pocket. Curious, she reaches in and tugs at a loose thread, and then pulls harder, until the seam rips and she finds the hidden pocket. And inside.. Aha. Proper ID.

She lifts up the card and looks at his holo on the front, snickering at his appearance. Poor bastard looks hungover as shit in it. She taps the card to scroll the images, and finds his name. William Southriver, huh? Aka… Wild Bill. She snorts a laugh, then muffles it. She writes “William “Wild Bill” Southriver” on his form.

She adds more information, his species, his blood type, his allergies- none, thankfully- though she doesn’t find much in the way of a last known address or occupation. She does find a license for a starship, though, and a registration number from the local port. Which is… just fabulous, really. She’s already starting to formulate a plan.

She finishes up the forms and stands, walking to the counter and handing it over. “Here.” she says. “Listen, I’m gonna run back to our, er, ship. And get him a change of clothes for when he wakes up. I’ll be back soon.” she tries to look concerned even as she smiles; the nurse stares at her blankly, then takes the holoboard and turns to deliver it to the necessary people.

Tabris gathers the belongings from the tub. She tucks the belt, wallet, and guns into her bag, puts the hat on her head, and grips the starship keys with a grin. There’s only one port in town, and with the registration number readily available, she can definitely find it. Things… are definitely beginning to look up.

==

Wild Bill wakes up with one killer fucking headache.

He groans, and opens his eyes some, blinks, and then sits upright. He’s in a bed, in a room he doesn’t recognize, and there’s a woman next to him. Which usually isn’t a bad thing, but in this case, he’s bandaged up and a bit drugged, and the woman next to him is a nurse checking his iv.

“Where am I?” he demands, although it seems pretty obvious since, you know, nurse.

“St. Xagnus.” the nurse responds primly, like she’s used to this sort of thing. “Your sister brought you in. I’m not surprised you don’t remember, Mr. Southriver.”

Ice sweeps down his spine and he fixes her with a harsh stare. “Where’d you hear that name? What sister?”

“It was on the form your sister filled out. She didn’t say her name, but she did bring you a change of clothes? She was a helioph nicto, orange, blue hair…”

Wild Bill narrows his eyes and is about to tell the woman she’s crazy, until he thinks on it, and realizes he can… kind of remember a blurry orange shape, blue hair… the girl from the alley. He clenches his teeth.

“Sister. Said she was- fuck.” he groans. “Where’s- where’s all my shit? I gotta get outta here…”

“Easy now.” the nurse says. “Hold on. You’re almost free to go, let me get your iv out and give you your clothes. Your sister has your other things. She took them with her to your ship. Hold still…”

It feels like it takes forever for her to finish her work and get him his damn clothes. When he’s finally dressed and he’s scrawled his signature onto a sign out form, he stumbles out of the hospital and onto the street. His whole body is hurting, especially his shoulder, but he hurries for the port, teeth grinding together. If that shitty little rat stole his fuckin’ ship…

He finds the port and stomps down towards his dock, expecting to find it empty. His ship is sort of small compared to others, really more of a gunship modified to add living areas to it as well, and it would be easy to slip in and take it out from under the nose of the portmaster, especially if he’s been paid off. And yet, when he comes to his dock, he finds his ship… right where he left it. Wings folded to it’s side, windshield tinted, thrusters off. Guns away.

He doesn’t trust this at all.

Cautiously he heads for the ladder on the side, wincing when he sees the door is open. He climbs up slowly, painfully, and steps into the cockpit.

His belt is draped over the back of the captain’s chair, and his wallet is sitting on the control panel. He doesn’t seen his guns at all, but he sees his hat on the back of the chair, or- no, not on the back of it, on someone’s head, who’s sitting in his seat.

“Who th’hell’re you?!” he demands, spying an enormous bag sitting beside the chair, an orange and blue-striped tail curled around the straps. When he speaks, the chair spins around, and sitting in it is the girl from before, with his hat perched upon her head. She’s grinning, widely.

Wild Bill curses and reaches for the guns he doesn’t have. The girl laughs at him, and holds up both pistols for him to see. “Looking for these?” she asks cheerfully. “Don’t worry, I didn’t use them. I did go through your wallet, though. Had to. The hospital needed information so you didn’t die.”

“Who. Th’hell. Are you.” he grinds out.

The girl flicks an ear. “Call me Tabris. Or Tabs.” she answers. “I’m the girl who dragged your sorry butt into the hospital before you could die. You’re welcome, by the way.”

“What d’you want?” he’s losing patience. “Why’re you on my fuckin’ ship?!”

“That’s easy.” Tabris says, and crosses her legs, sitting his guns in her lap. “I saved your life, and you owe me.”

“Owe you.” he barks a rough, humorless laugh. “Right. So what’re you wantin’ as payment?”

“Nothing too fancy! Promise.” she grins at him in a way that’s entirely too bright, mischievous but not… threatening. It unnerves him.

“I need to get off this planet. You’ve got a ship. See where I’m going with this, big guy?”

“Oh, no. No, no-”

“Oh yes!” she giggles. “You’re gonna give me a ride to the next system over. You’re gonna drop me off somewhere nice and cozy and then go on about your merry way. Easy, right?”

Wild Bill stares at her for a long time, and then groans, and puts his hand over his face.

He really, really needs a drink.

Why is this funny?

Wayfaring: Am I ok talking freely in front of mom?

Teenager: Yeah, she knows everything. We don’t keep secrets.

Wayfaring: Ok, well we called you back in because you have gonorrhea and we need to treat you and your partners. 

Teenager

Mom

Mom: ok, but all they have to do is take an antibiotic, right? Or is this one that you’re stuck with forever?

Wayfaring: Fortunately this is one you can take an antibiotic for, but let’s talk about the others for a minute. (Explains other STDs, discusses more permanent conditions like HIV and herpes, discusses risk of PID and infertility, encourages condom use, blah blah.)  I also encourage you to tell all your sexual partners so that they can be tested and so that you don’t run the risk of being re-infected. Our state doesn’t contact partners anymore. 

Teenager: Will you tell him?

Wayfaring: I will if you give me written permission to call him—

Teenager: No, he’s here. I’ll just bring him in. *brings him in*

Wayfaring: Well dude, we brought you in here to tell you that your partner here has gonorrhea and you should be tested as well. 

Dude

Mom: Just think dude, one day years from now you’ll look back on this and laugh and say, “remember that time you gave me the clap?”

Mom and teenager

Dude: 

Wayfaring:  

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This photoset was inspired by Journey - one of the greatest games ever. Fates of Meltiar and Ishita are very similar to the wayfarers journey. Both of them wanted to help their world and gave themselves to the light.

So here they are: Ishita as white wayfarer and Meltiar as red wayfarer. Ishita is Soom Jet and belongs to us and Meltiar is Luts 2012 summer event head and belongs to Emy Olwen.

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This photoset was inspired by Journey - one of the greatest games ever. Fates of Meltiar and Ishita are very similar to the wayfarers journey. Both of them wanted to help their world and gave themselves to the light.

So here they are: Ishita as white wayfarer and Meltiar as red wayfarer. Ishita is Soom Jet and belongs to Ando Gro and Jetau and Meltiar is Luts 2012 summer event head and belongs to me.

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Bila ada banyak tanya yang belum terjawab
Namun ternyata realita membuat kita sudah berjauhan
Kuharap kau tetap menyimpan tanya itu
Kelak, ketika nanti kita bertemu kembali
Semoga tanya itu masih sempat untuk diberikan

Far way
Far away from where we were
Each of us were hiding for so long

Far way
Far away under the stars
When I close my eyes, I see your smile

If now’s my last chance to make it right
Stand tall, Stay with me so we can see the light

If I told what I could not say
If I showed all and let you in
If I opened up my heart and spoke my love for you

Would you walk with me til the end
When we’ll end up being more than friends
We’ll go hand in hand til you understand
Here I am

Far way
Far away from where we were
Maybe now it’s time to open up

Far way
Far away under the stars
All it takes is saying what we feel

If now’s my last chance to make it right
Stand tall, stay with me so we can see the light
Tell all, stay with me it will be alright

Far way
Far away yet here we are
Will we try and make it right this time

Bila ada banyak jawaban yang belum terucap
Namun ternyata waktu untuk bersama sudah usai
Kuharap kau tak mengubah jawaban itu
Hingga nanti bila semesta mengijinkan sebuah pertemuan
Semoga jawaban yang sama yang kiranya terlontarkan

Lady Doctors...

Patient: **talking on the phone** Oh let me go my nurse is here.

Wayfaring: Hi there Mr. B. I’m Dr. Wayfaring. I’ll be one of the family medicine docs taking care of you while you’re in the hospital.

Patient: Whoa! Hey tell me this: how does a doctor get to be a WOMAN?

Wayfaring: (in my head) Well I used my balls to get me through medical school and when I graduated I chopped them off. 

Wayfaring: (out loud) **smiling** uh… heh…heh… 

Intern: **walks in** Hi sir I’m Dr. B. 

Patient: Aww hey man! Now you must be my real doctor right? Is she your nurse?

Intern: Actually sir, she’s kind of my boss. 

anonymous asked:

Would it be possible for you to do a short one based on one of the Clace snippets or spoilery arts?

Here. I didn’t take too long, did I? Hope you enjoy. 

Based on this snippet. 

Clary didn’t know where they were going anymore. She had assumed Jace wanted to see his family’s abandoned manor, but that’s not where Wayfarer was taking them. She shivered. The wind was so much colder than in Manhattan. She looked apprehensively at Jace’s bare wrists and hands, and saw goosebumps there. She adjusted herself on the saddle so that she was closer to him, hoping that she could give him some warmth, even though the heavenly fire inside him provided him enough of that.

“Where are we going?”

“I don’t even know.”

“We might go back,” she suggested, thinking of how worried Izzy and Alec must’ve been.

“No,” Jace said firmly. “Not yet.”

“Jace. Either we ride back to Alicante now, or we can take a detour and see the Herondale manor. There’s no other option. And I fear a storm is brewing. I don’t want to be caught in the middle of it, we’ll freeze to death.”

“We can have some Heat runes if that’s what worries you. I want to see something.”

“What?”

“There was a place Valentine brought me to a couple of times… I want to see if I can find it.”

He scanned the place. It was hard with all the fog and clouds, but he must’ve found what he was looking for because he told Wayfarer where to go.

Jace didn’t have to see Clary’s face to guess her quizzical expression.

“You’ll see,” he told her. 

[you can also read it on ff.net]

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