Wayward Soldier

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1. Bird is the word.

2. There’s a babe with the power who has gained some popularity.

okay why do i find this way too cute

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fruit salad

you loved fruit. it was your favourite thing to eat. anywhere you went, you always had something along the lines of an apple or a punnet of blueberries as a go to snack.

corpse had discovered this about you early. sometimes when he’d kiss you, he’d taste the kiwi fruit you’d just eaten, or whatever other fruit you’d had. one night, he watched you eat a whole watermelon for dinner.

you weren’t very good at cooking but man did you make a mean fruit salad. you knew exactly what fruit combinations worked perfectly together and lately you’d fallen into the habit of making extra so you could give some to corpse.

today was no different, you were heading over to corpse’s place and you’d spent the morning making one of these spectacular fruit salads.

he’d left the front door unlocked, knowing you were heading over and so you let yourself in. it wasn’t long before you found him at his computer. he’d look up at you when you entered, puckering his lips out so you’d greet him with a kiss and he’d hmm at the fresh fruit flavour lingering on your lips.

“taste good, baby.” he’d compliment you and you’d smile and quickly kiss both his cheeks.

“this’ll taste better.” you’d respond, placing the fruit beside his keyboard with a fork so he could snack on it while he was playing.

“it might be a close second.”

his attention would go back to his game after that and you noticed he was playing something you hadn’t seen before. it was a bunch of cute looking animals all performing violent acts on the screen so instead of walking out, you linger for a little bit, standing so you could rest your head against the back of his chair while he leaned forward in concentration. 

after losing a couple rounds, corpse determination to win peaked when another game started. and that he did and following his success he’d throw his head back so suddenly you wouldn’t have enough to move.

“fuck yes!”

“ow!” you’d step back and your hands would fly up to the area on your face that corpse had just unintentionally head butted with the back of his head. 

“shit, baby,” he’d rush to rip off his headset and scramble up from his seat. concern for you instantly replacing his glee from winning. “i’m so sorry, does it hurt?”

“yeah.” you’d answer honestly, you’ve got your eyes screwed shut and the skin is already displaying a splash of red from the impact.

“fuck, i’m sorry,” he’d repeat, his hands wrapping around your wrists to pry your hands away from your face so he could inspect it for himself. “i didn’t know- didn’t know you were there... baby, fuck, i’m so sorry.”

“it’s okay, i’ll be okay.” finally you open your eyes and there’s an obvious build up of tears, not because you’re upset but purely because of the nerves in your face. 

“i’ve hurt you.”

“it’s just a bump.”

“you’re crying.”

“no, no, i’m not.”

“i can see-”

“no, it’s like, getting your nose pierced. like, it might not hurt that bad, but you automatically get teary eyed because of how it’s all connected, you know?” you had been the one injured, but it was him who needed to be reassured. 

he’d never moved his hands so cautiously, his fingertips just barely pressing against your face as his eyes so intensely scanned the reddened skin.

“does it hurt?”

“a little, but i’ll be okay.”

“i’m so sorry.”

“i know you are-”

“i’m really fucking sorry.”

“stop, it’s okay. it was just an accident.”

“When your daughter asked for a story about a cute black kitten for Halloween with a happy ending….I hope I delivered.”

This adorable little robot is designed to make sure its photosynthesising passenger is well taken care of. It moves towards brighter light if it needs, or hides in the shade to keep cool. When in the light, it rotates to make sure the plant gets plenty of light. It even likes to play with humans.

Oh, and apparently, it gets antsy when it’s thirsty.

The robot is actually an art project called “Sharing Human Technology with Plants” by a roboticist named Sun Tianqi. It’s made from a modified version of a Vincross HEXA robot, and in his own words, it’s purpose is “to explore the relationship between living beings and robots.”

A bunch of people asked me to make a tutorial about how I did my glowing lyrium potion, so I finally made one! It works for any kind of glowing potion you want to drink so you can use any liquid. It’s also really, really, really easy. 

Supplies - pick your Lyrium (I used Blue Gatorade for my first potion and am using blue vodka for this tutorial because I am an adult), waterproof LEDs (that waterproof part is important, I used plain white ones but any color will work depending on your potion, I recommend getting a bunch of these because sometimes you get a dud, and they glow for 8+ hours but they do fade over time), glass bottles with corks, non-toxic glue, leather or clothe cording, a knife or tiny scissors. 

Clean your bottles and your LEDs. 

Hollow out the inside of your cork with a knife or scissors. You want a little space for the LED to snugly sit in. 

Attach the LED to the cork with a touch of non-toxic glue. Turn on the LED at this point too. 

While the glue sets up, fill your glass bottle with your lyrium or potion.

Alternatively, if you don’t want to mess with hollowing the cork and gluing the LED into place, you can also just “frost” over the bottom of your glass and drop the LED straight in. The LED sinks and the “frost” disguises it. I used a touch of white acrylic paint to frost it. It took about 30 seconds. 

Back to the cork method! - Once the glue has dried and the cork is secure, pop it back into the bottle.

Wrap your leather cording around the neck of the bottle to disguise the LED hanging there. 

This is Foxglove. It’s a classy umbrella boutique in Hong Kong, that sells silver-handled English “brollies” but it has a big secret. Foxglove caters to the fantasy of being a British spy.

There is one umbrella’s silver handle that will open the door to the posh, luxury world of the gentleman spy. 

The dining room and bar look like a private jet. 

The hallway looks like a cruise ship. 

Then, there’s a room that looks like a high-speed train car.

There’s one other hidden entrance that can only be accessed by guests who know to place their hand on a floral painting at the end of a corridor until it glows. This signals the undercover bartender to open the door where a classic library awaits, a hidden sanctuary of leather club chairs, marble counters and books all around.

Pretty swanky, huh? 

Then, when you’re ready to go, take the elevator back down to the umbrella shop.

my guardian angel: