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[thesoulforgeorder]

How would the ROs react to the MC saying goodbye, knowing they might never see each other again?

Mina - "Don't you fucking dare say goodbye," Mina growls through tears, knuckles white as she clings onto your uniform, your body pressed tightly against hers. "You know I can't promise to return," you whisper, begging Mina to understand, your own tears threatening to fall. "Lie to me," she pleads, forehead pressing against your chest, "please..."

Nico - Glass smashes against the floor as Nico throws his holopad to the floor, his face red and twisted into a snarl. "Why you! They could have chosen anyone for this mission, why did it have to be you?!" You approach Nico slowly, hands stretched out. "You know it has to be me," You cup his face, wiping away his tears with your thumb. "Like hell it does," Nico spits out. He tugs you into a kiss, putting all his fears and anger into it.

Theo - Theo slowly takes off his charm bracelet, the bracelet you have never seen him without, and gently places it around your wrist. "The All Mother will watch over you. She will return you to me." He kisses your hand, clutching it to his face. "She has to."

Will - A deafening bang fills the air as Will punches the wall, his fist disappearing as he screams. "Fuck!" He brings his fist back, readying another punch. You grab his arm and you feel the fight leave his body, slumping against you. His voice hoarse as he says, "Please, I can't lose you. I can't..."

Ara - "I can fix this, I just need more time. I can find another squadron for the mission, I can-" Ara's hair frizzes under her frantic hands, her glasses askew. You slowly approach, pulling her hands away from her hair. "I have to go," you say softly, Ara crumbling into your arms. Her tears wet your neck as she cries, her body shaking.

Astrid - Astrid sits on your bed as you pack for the mission, her movements robotic as she folds your clothes, eyes empty. You kneel in front of her, trying to find the words to comfort her. She leans forward, kissing your lips softly, her words whispered against your mouth. "Just for now... let us pretend you will return."

[sollucets]

I warned you, should you open fic requests I’d be coming straight for your inbox with AkkAyan. I’m obsessed with on our way up/the sky full of stars and I wondered if you’d be willing to write something of it we didn’t get to see like their cooking date from chapter 4 or dinner at Akk’s house from chapter 3

tiis do you know i love you dearly

context from my fic on our way up:

The thing is, he and Akk had spent last night doing crimes against the culinary arts (jointly trying to make stir-fried basil pork in the tiny dorm room kitchen in a small disaster that ended in takeout) + The disaster at his dorm had been almost entirely Akk’s fault, and he’ll die on that hill.

so! as requested i took this briefly referenced incident and proceeded to project my personal (lack of) cooking skills on akk for about 1k(?? these things happen) of fluff. this ficlet brought to you by my best friend thaicookbooktv (and my milestone event. i guess)

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"Can I trust you with that?"

Akk glances up from the two eggs he's just started frying to glare at his boyfriend. There's a smug look on Aye's face as he leans against a counter on the other side of the cramped dorm kitchen (and thus within potential grabbing reach) and uses a little bowl to crush up some garlic and peppers (making grabbing probably a bad idea). "I know how to make eggs, Ayan."

"If you say so," Aye tells him, singsong. "I've never once seen you cook."

"That doesn't mean anything." Returning his gaze to the pan, Akk startles to see them more cooked than they should be and hurriedly, awkwardly gets them flipped before Aye gets to pretend it's evidence.

If it'd been anyone else, Akk might have admitted to the truth, which is that he does (sort of) know how to make eggs, and he can grill meat if he's invited to barbecue, but much more is beyond him. He thinks he could be good at it, with time, but he’d never learned to cook much at home, and at school he’d had so much to do that it had always been faster and easier and cheaper to have cafeteria leftovers or something instant. 

But it isn’t anyone else, it’s Aye, and when he’d asked all earnest if they could cook together when he visited, Akk had gritted his teeth and then spent most of last night and the part of the bus ride over that he had decent data on looking up recipes. 

So it’s particularly infuriating that Aye seems to have figured him out right away anyway. Akk scowls down at his eggs. 

“All set over here,” Aye says, then snorts audibly. “What’s that look for? Did the egg insult your parents or something?” 

“Shut up.”

Aye brings his bowl over to Akk’s side of the kitchen and sets it next to the other ingredients on the counter to the right of the stove. He’d only been banished over there in the first place for being distracting; Akk probably should’ve known he’d manage it anyway. 

A moment later, there’s a light breeze against the back of his neck, and Akk jerks against the tickle, barely suppressing a yelp. He’s not actually holding the pan, just his spatula, so the worst that happens to the eggs is them getting slightly jostled, but he aims a blind elbow in the direction of Aye anyway, making contact with his ribs. “Jackass.” 

“Violent authoritarian,” Aye responds, cheerful if slightly strained. “Those look good."

Once the eggs are safely off the heat, Aye hands him a larger pan, shuffling some things around on the little counter once there’s enough space. “Turn the heat up a little higher and put a little oil in there, okay?” 

Akk glances over for the bottle of vegetable oil and grabs it. His recipe-searching had turned up the idea, but Aye isn’t using one, and Akk does not know how much ‘a little’ is. He sighs, sends a sideways look at Aye where he’s putting the egg pan in the sink, and tentatively pours some oil in. 

“More than that.”

Frowning, Akk does as told. When he checks Aye’s reaction, he finds his boyfriend leaning on his hip against the counter and holding the bowl of vegetables again. 

“Were you nervous about this?” Aye asks, tone a too-familiar combination of fond and condescending.

“Why would I be,” says Akk, too quickly. Always too quickly. That’s something Aye’s pointed out before, he should know better. 

“‘Cause you wanted to impress me? I understand.” 

Akk rolls his eyes, keeping his attention on the oil where it’s heating up. “You’re extra annoying today. Is it a special occasion?” 

“Of course it is,” says Aye, tone gone painfully sincere. “My boyfriend came to see me.”

When Akk reacts far too late to keep a smile off his face, Aye pokes his cheek. “I’m happy, too,” he coos. “Now scoot, please. This next part has to happen kind of fast.”

Akk shuffles out of the way, letting Aye move in front and pour his little bowl into the pan, and sends a baleful look at Aye’s back. He’s looking far too cool in this situation; it has to be fixed. 

Decided, Akk moves until he’s right behind his boyfriend, then hooks his chin over his shoulder, looping both arms around his waist, and glances down at the pan. With the bowl poured out, something looks a little suspicious in the garlic-to-chili pepper ratio. “Aye,” Akk says, trying to make sure his breath hits the skin of Aye’s neck over his t-shirt, “Did you put enough spice in?” 

Annoyingly, Aye takes this without much in the way of reaction, only leaning back into Akk’s hold, and doesn’t even flinch. He reaches out for the bowl of meat and says, amused, “The neck is your weakness, not mine, Bigfoot.”

“That’s not an answer."

“Hey, who's the one of us that actually knows how to make it?” 

“I could figure it out,” Akk says mutinously, dropping his face all the way to Aye’s shoulder in defeat and speaking into his skin. It’s not his fault Aye is apparently some kind of cooking expert who’s never needed a recipe in his life. 

Aye laughs, just audible over the suddenly-loud sizzling sound of what Akk assumes is him adding something else to the meat. “I’m sure you could, baby, you’re smart. You just haven’t had much practice.”

“I help at home,” Akk retorts, offended. 

“I know, I know.” Aye’s shoulder moves, presumably stirring, as he continues, “You don’t need to worry about it. I’ll cook for you, so long as you always do the dishes.” 

Squeezing Aye’s waist just that bit too hard in retribution, Akk scoffs. “As if. I’ll practice more. I’m not doing your dishes for the rest of our lives.”

The sizzling gets a little louder, and Aye doesn’t respond. Akk blinks, lifts his head, and sees Aye frozen over the stove, one hand out on a bottle of soy sauce and the other not moving a spatula at all. “What?” 

“You said—” Aye starts, sounding awed. “You said ‘the rest of our lives’.”

“Oh.” Akk swallows on the impulse to deny it and just— lets it sit. Hides his face in Aye’s shoulder again and leaves it there, feels his ears heating up. What can he say? They’ve made the joke before, about their pins and wedding rings. It’s stupid, they’re teenagers, they’ve gone too fast, and he meant it, or it wouldn’t’ve slipped out.

Gratifyingly, Aye seems just as unable to speak for a moment. Eventually, he stutters, “I— that— sounds good to me,” and then, “I love you,” and then, “Oh, shit, the pork.” 

[thesoulforgeorder]

Dakota gonna break hearts once she gets into the order, I love her design!

Thank you for making such lovely art.

My @thesoulforgeorder mc Dakota 😌😌😌 in her orphan era and then military

[damian-al-ghul-wayne]

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[tularegion]

Участвовал в заседании межведомственной комиссии

28 апреля в мире отмечается День охраны труда. На «Тульском пивоваренном заводе» 24 апреля состоялось расширенное заседание межведомственной комиссии по охране труда, посвящённое этому празднику.

Принимал участие в этом заседании от компании «Восток-Сервис». Мы представляли новинки обуви и экзоскелет, который на мне. Подготовили подарки для победителей ежегодного конкурса на лучшую организацию охраны труда.

Перед началом мероприятия для собравшихся провели экскурсию по цехам, рассказали об истории предприятия. Впечатления благоприятные: охрана труда на высоком уровне, пивзавод развивается.

Новость на сайте Минтруда Тульской области:

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[thesoulforgeorder]

What are four no-context images summing up your current WIP? I’ll go first!

[penanggalan]

Sugar Pop hopes you have a nice Summer. Don’t melt out there!

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[thafalort]

La materialización de los sueños es sin duda, el cumplimiento de las ilusiones menos forzadas.

~TSFO

[thesoulforgeorder]

Do ROs have a romantic experience? And what about the sexual experience?

Sexual experience - Will, Mina and Ara

No sexual experience - Theo, Nico and Astrid

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Romantic experience - Mina and Ara

No romantic experience - Theo, Nico, Astrid and Will

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Will - He is very open to casual flings and hooking up but he refuses to open himself to a relationship. He has a reputation in the Soulforge order for being a heartbreaker because he never commits. However, there is a loneliness to his eyes...

Nico - He has no sexual or romantic experience. His father is very strict and did not allow him to leave the house outside of lessons or the academy. Dating was forbidden as his father does not want to risk him dating someone unworthy of the family.

Astrid - Her and Nico grew up in the exact same environment. However, as a woman, her father was even more strict with her. He would monitor her devices and strictly forbid any contact with men. (He is quite old school, same sex relationships does not cross his mind).

Theo - He is demisexual. He has yet to form a close enough emotional bond with anyone to date or have sex with. If MC has chosen the wastelander background and the childhood crush option, Theo would be saving himself for MC. He wants every one of his first times to be with MC.

Mina - She had a serious relationship with someone but they broke up two years ago. No one in the order knows why. Most of the order was convinced that Mina would marry her partner but one day they were just no longer together.

Ara - She is the type to fall hard and fast. Unfortunately that means she is also more prone to having her heartbroken. However, she has never let that make her jaded, she is always open to love.

[sollucets]

update: on our way up, 7/?

Out in the backyard, Aye’s mother is sitting under an umbrella pitched on the grass past the pool, an open cooler next to her on the grass and a giant sunhat on her head. “Hi, boys,” she says, raising both eyebrows. “It sure took you a while to come down.”

2.8k of moving day, featuring dessert & a puppy

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[petnews2day]

A Couple Made a Mini-Museum for Their Gerbils to Visit During Quarantine

New Post has been published on https://petn.ws/tsfo

A Couple Made a Mini-Museum for Their Gerbils to Visit During Quarantine

Nine-month old brothers Pandoro and Tiramisù survey London’s newest art institution, The Gerbil Museum (photos courtesy museum trustees Filippo and Marianna) Pandoro and Tiramisù are not your ordinary gerbils. The London-based pair got a special surprise when their owners, Filippo and Marianna, created a miniature museum  just for them during the current COVID-19 quarantine. Since a […]

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[latestupdates2022]

Court strikes out suit seeking to sack Fasina as FUOYE’s Vice-Chancellor

Court strikes out suit seeking to sack Fasina as FUOYE’s Vice-Chancellor

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