#Blade Cooling: Queue

[thebladesmithmuses]

Magic anon time !

Jane is transformed into a Koathian, with a power of the mun's choosing, for about three days or ten asks, depending on the preferences

M!A Koathian Jane: 0/10 Power(s): Empathetic Touch. Those with this ability can feel the emotions of others upon touch. The longer the touch, the more intense the feeling. From emotional state to physical health. If left long enough the owner of this ability will not be able to distinguish their own state from the other person.

"Oh!"

[thebladesmithmuses]

@rosesilverpenrp Continued from This Ask

Rose slowly let the vines retreat. "We have to get you to Jane." She hesitated, then picked up Duck. He was heavier than she thought, but she managed to hoist him into her arms and started carrying him. "If you're going to shut down, I'll bring you back to Jane. She'll know what to do. Focus on conserving power. I've got you."

Duck nodded and leaned his head against Rose. His limbs just kind of dangling uselessly as he tried not to move too much. At some point in their walk Duck had slipped into sleep mode. The last thing he saw as he drifted off was a warning that his thiruim levels were dropping.

.... Thiruim levels 48%

Jane was at the front desk. As she normally was when Duck was out, or if he just couldn't handle humans that day. When Rose entered, there was a smile and as her mouth opened to greet them.

It didn't take long for that smile to be replaced. At first she looked confused. But she knew Duck wouldn't just 'pass out' like this for no reason. Something was wrong. And the horror showed on her face soon after. The change happened within seconds.

Jane's eyes grew wide and her brows creased deeply. She covered her mouth as she gasped so sharply she could have choked on it. Jane was on her feet and across the waiting room before Rose could even speak. Her hands so softly cupping Duck's face. She's trying to find out what was wrong by just studying him, bit there was so much blue blood covering him it was hard to tell exactly where to start.

Jane's attention went immediately to Rose. "What happened? No, wait. Get him inside. Go set him on the couch in my office. I'll go see if we have any blue blood stored away." Jane didn't know what to do. The only thought crossing her mind at the moment was to get his thiruim levels stable. Though, even if they kept him stable, there had to be some kind of damaging if he was leaking this much. He was in a solid sleep mode. His LED was flickering.

No.

He needed immediate repairs. There had to be an android repair shop nearby, but she didn't have time to search around. So, Jane did the only thing she could think to do.

She got out her phone and made a call.

Jane was back soon enough, and it seemed she was still on the phone as she walked in. There was a bottle of the same blood substance currently leaking out of Duck right now. She had to firmly grasped in her other hand, with her phone tucked between her shoulder and her ear. She was talking to someone and trying to keep calm as she did. The bottle was then offered to Rose. Jane pointed to Duck, and made a motion like she was drinking. She did it a few times, hoping Rose understood what she meant. She was quick to walk over to her desk. Scrambling to get paper and a pen.

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@cyberlifeceo Continued from This Ask

He can hear bits and pieces as he focuses on the conversation. It became clearer as he regained full consciousness. The man blinked, realizing she had been keeping track of his pulse. Elijah winced at the noise that came from Duck's joints. They were in terrible shape if they made noise like that. He also went to move but Jane warned him not to. Probably for the best. A pause. Where was he? He blinked taking a moment. "Your office?" He said, a bit unsure himself. At least he thought he remembered being there.

"Good. Who are you?" Jane is carefully checking him over while she asks her questions. Nothing too intuitive. Just making sure his head wasn't bleeding, or that neither of his arms seemed broken. She was gentle. Not trying to hurt him more then he already was after all.

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@cyberlifeceo continued This Ask

Elijah stood there letting Duck look him over, noting the red LED. Perhaps he shouldn't have mentioned it.

Ah. So Duck didn't see anything wrong with his condition. He should probably phase this carefully. "Oh, no, I'm not saying you're broken, Duck. I just think you might need some routine maintenance. Kind of like how humans go to doctors or physical therapists to maintain their physical health, androids still need to take care of that sort of thing when they can."

Elijah had certainly come to the office enough to notice that it took Duck sometime to process what was being said to him. It was a noticeable delay by a few seconds, but it seemed worse today with that stutter.

The LED at least turned something other then red. It was yellow at first, then blue for a few seconds, before it ultimately stuck to red. As it turned to blue, he had looked away from Kamski. Duck was looking at his own arms. There was a softening of his expression. But as he sat with it to think, his brows narrowed again, prompting the red.

"I'm-mm how I n-need to be."

[thebladesmithmuses]

Phoenix has arrived on his bike to collect Jane so they can see their father for Father's Day. He's standing outside texting her multiple times in a row because they're already late for lunch

Jane came out of her office, typing on her phone before closing it and putting it away. The change in seeing her brother earned a smile, a wave and a warm

"Hi Phoe! Thank you for waiting." She didn't take that long, but she still wanted to thank him for being patient.

"Are you ready to go?"

[pvtpunsart]

Can you believe this has been in the queue since like April 19? This was one of my first sketch pages figuring out my future Don

For his weapon I doubled up on the tech bo; he only uses the second one when he builds out a mallet or blade on the end. Dual weilding rocket hammers for Rule of Cool reasons

[pseudowho]

Fairs and carnivals were made for the winter, you felt; and the winter, made for them. Your friends had long-since abandoned you for the promise of an early night. Their company had been replaced with the sweetsmoke smells of toasting marshmallows, steaming stalls of culinary delights, and the tangled maelstrom of those in coats and scarves and gloves and hats.

Still, their presence was fleeting. A sting of loneliness followed in their wake.

You jingled your pocket; just a pair of coins left. You looked around you, and, hearing two bickering voices, you slowed to a halt beside the bumper cars. Two tall men argued; one (very tall, white-haired) was winning, while the other (not quite as tall, blond and scowling) was giving in simply for peace and quiet.

You stifled a laugh. You traded your final two pennies for violence. You bopped on your heels in the queue behind the two squabbling men. One of them, and one particularly iridescent bumper car, caught your eye. Your scowling man looked iridescent, too, lit up in carnival lights.

You didn't know what it was, as you settled into your bumper car seat, that set you on the path to mischief. You didn't know if it was the lights and laughter and lingering frost. You didn't know if it was the cinnamon churros that still warmed your belly. You didn't know if it was the hand-worn cool plastic steering wheel beneath your palms.

But you glanced at your scowling man, who appeared to be performing a 12-point safety check on his blue and yellow bumper car. Another giggle burst over. And, as much as you loathed yourself for it, you felt the need to show your affection in the only way you could.

So, like a little girl pushing a little boy into the mud, rather than tell him that she liked him, you chose violence. The bumper cars electrified. The air-horn sounded. The disco music began. You slammed the accelerator down.

BAM!

You slammed into the blue and yellow car in front of you. Your scowling blond looked up at you in pearl-clutching affront, his glasses thrown skew-wiff by your assault. You reversed, biting your lip. You caught his eye. His hands gripped, white-knuckled on the steering wheel...but he scoffed at you. A mockery. A blunt-bladed outrage. A dare. That was his downfall.

BAM!

Your second hit sent him careening, and your laughter ghosted in his ears as you were chased away by the other bumper cars on your mad circuit. The game was afoot.

You targeted him relentlessly. At first he cursed, and swore, and glared at you. But as the music went on, and his neat parting scruffed, throwing forward commas of blond with his scarf trailing after him, he might have smiled.

You were sure you saw one pass you, as he sent you spinning away. Perhaps it was the way your laughter caught on his jacket. Perhaps the violence was contagious; perhaps he pulled your pigtails, or flicked paper balls at you in class. Perhaps, instead, he found you crying in the library, with that same gentle smile and a book for two.

Hitting each other head-on in the eleventh hour of your tokens' time, you squealed, jolting forwards in your seat. Your cheeks ached with joy. He panted, his chest heaving, his smile lopsided and rueful. You both stayed that way, eye to eye, the music and the lights and the laughter fading away around you both, until--

BAM! BAM!

You were each hit on the flank, shunted in opposite directions and lost in the blitz. The air-horn sounded; the game was over. And, by the time the blond man stood, his head whipping from side to side, you were gone.

His smile faded. His whiskey-brown eyes flickered, an aurora in the carnival lights. He stood, alone and deflating, in a crossing field of bumper cars.

An hour passed before you could bear to leave the lights behind. You leaned against a stall, sighing as your penny-free pockets denied you a hot chocolate to walk home with. A voice sounded to your right, and you jumped with a squeak.

"Assaulting a stranger must be thirsty work. I'll buy you a drink."

A velveteen voice. An offer that would only be insistent if you did not roundly refuse him; if you did roundly refuse him, you knew, innately, that you would be safe to do so. He would not take it as a slight.

"I should be buying you a drink."

"Nonsense. You won."

"Does one really win bumper cars?"

"I didn't think so. And yet, you did."

"I still couldn't possibly--"

"You buy the next one."

Your heart faltered. You leaned back on the stall, biting your lip, your head tilted to the side. He was handsome; beautiful, really.

But in truth, it was his simmering, unbridled rage that had drawn you in. It was his scowl, that made you be mean to him in the playground. An immature excuse, you knew. You whispered, barely audible in the fading music of the fair. You felt the first flakes of snow kiss upon your lips.

"What's your name?"

"Nanami Kento."

"I would love a drink, Nanami Kento. But if you want the next one, you'll have to walk me home, because I've spent all my allowance this evening."

A chuckle, rich and deep. The man named Nanami Kento turned to look at the carnival lights, and found he could bear to leave them behind, if it were with you.

"It does feel a bit that way, doesn't it?" Kento mused aloud, setting his last handful of coins on the counter, and receiving two cups of childhood in return. You bit the fingers of your gloves to receive your paper cup with bare palms.

His eyes glimmered down at you. He offered his arm.

"How long is the walk?"

"Not long. Twenty minutes, maybe."

"Good. I was worried that if I didn't have time to finish this one, you wouldn't invite me in for the second."

[thebladesmithmuses]

Duck notes the bag, noticing it a little into their walk. He pauses, before carefully shifting her so she's resting on his chest, arm under her to give her support. He is careful taking the bag, slinging it over his shoulder. Once he has it secure, he puts his arm gently on her back and continues to walk.

Poor kid must have run away, and it didn't take a genius to see why she ran away.

Her condition was proof enough of that. At least she didn't seem to be running a fever, though, he couldn't be sure, and even if she wasn't being in this weather wasn't going to help her.

Duck quickened his pace. The sooner they got to the ferry back home the better. She can get into some dry cloths and get checked out to make sure she was alright.

The trek to the ferry and the trip back took about an hour, but Duck made sure to get her a towel and dry her off the best he could. Though, once they got to the island, Duck went straight to his apartment. No detours or straying, the girl needed a warm place and out of those wet clothes. She was young, but luckily Duck still had clothes from when he's boys were young. Damian's were a little big, but Dasu's fit just fine. The boys were up, and of course there were questions and concerns. They all decided it was best to call Dr. Payne and have the kid looked at. It took time, but she did show up.

Ilia felt herself being moved but was too exhausted to protest, she just hoped it was someone friendly. She had a little backpack dangling off of her as she was lifted. Her clothes had some blood stains, though she seemed uninjured aside from the deep burn scar along her neck.

[thebladesmithmuses]

"Here, this is for you, Nugget."

Nugget looks at the little badge. He's taking his time reading it, despite being able to read very well for his age. A bright smile comes over his face before he pulls Spinel into a hug.

"Nugget loves it! Thank you!" Nugget chimes.

[sunfyresrider]

*ೃ༄HUNT YOU DOWN | DARK!NETEYAM

✧Tags. Porn w plot, predator/prey kink, mild dubcon, queue play, knife play. ✧Author’s Note. Sorry for the late post, I have been unbelievably sick this past week and my brain has not been functioning. I really hope you like anon and I did your request justice!<3

After being married for so long things can become boring, the sex gets progressively less exciting once you do the same things a hundred different times. Which is why you and Neteyam are no strangers to experimentation, although to others you might seem insane. Each time to push yourselves further, trying more taboo and possibly criminal acts. You always have fun, but right now you are seriously rethinking your choice.

You aren’t as fast as Neteyam nor are you as athletically inclined so whilst he’s chasing you down in the midst of the forest at eclipse you’re becoming genuinely scared. You’ll see flashes of him in the bushes or behind trees, you’ve heard his feet approaching you quickly from behind but he never takes you down. The fear was exhilarating, thoughts of what came after he caught you whirling in your mind.

He has this innate ability to hide himself, to act as the perfect predator hunting its prey. The ground crunches beneath you and twigs snap, bioluminescence plants are your only light source. You hear Neteyam quickly approaching, finally failing to mask his own footsteps. You don't know where he's coming from so you make a mad dash, hoping he won't see you.

Until your breath catches, and suddenly the footsteps stop, and you stop with them, straining to listen out for him. Your heart pounded within your chest, adrenaline fogging all of your senses. A sudden crash sounded, you jumped as his arm wrapped around your waist. He lifted you up off of your feet, holding you tightly as you screamed in fright, squirming.

“Caught you, muntxate,” Neteyam spoke in an almost mocking tone. With a grunt, he pushed you back onto the ground, positioning himself above you. “What shall I do with you, hm, yawntutsyìp?” His fingers trailed down your back, tugging at the strings that kept your cloths in place. A shiver went down your spine as he traced the curve of your spine, stopping when he reached the swell of your ass.

He slapped it roughly, making you gasp. “Can’t do anything with these on now, can I?” You faintly heard him unsheathe what you could only assume as his blade, a new sense of fear swirling up inside you. For a moment you squirmed in place, before he pushed you down, firmly holding you. “T-teyam what are you doing?” The cool touch of the blade grazed against your skin, a wave of heat building in your core. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, you don’t get to question me. You’re my prey, remember?”

Neteyam slid the pointed metal downwards, slicing open the strings of your loincloth and top, revealing the rest of your body. His hands roamed freely, sliding over every curve. A sharp breath escaped you, biting your lip to prevent yourself from making any noise. Neteyam didn't seem to enjoy that. He reached up, gripping the base of your queue and pulling your head back, growling out a threat.

"don't hold back, muntxate. I want the whole forest to hear me fucking you.” He pulled on your queue, making your back arch. It was the most sensitive thing on your body, the pain sending shockwaves throughout you. Neteyam knew this, and he was taking advantage of that fact. His grip on you was tight, leaving no room for a struggle.

His cock throbbed in his loincloth, a wet patch forming in the fabric. His other hand gripped his cock, stroking it slowly, letting a loud groan slip from his lips. Seeing you so vulnerable drove him crazy, knowing he was in control of you. Neteyam teased your entrance, his hot pre-cum dripping onto you. You sucked in a deep breath, preparing to be stretched and filled to the brim.

The pain that came with so little preparation didn’t scare you, but rather fueled the growing arousal you felt. Neteyam pushed his way into your pussy, inch by inch until his full length was buried within you. You could feel him throb inside of you, his tip already hitting your womb. You were so malleable in his grasp, Neteyam wondered what else he could get away with.

His grip on your queue tightened as he began to thrust into you. Your screams of pleasure and pain lulling him into a state of hunger, his rough treatment turning you on. You were practically dripping around his cock, the lewd squelching sound of your pussy filling the otherwise quiet air.

Neteyam’s deep, guttural growls left goosebumps rising up your skin, each movement he made causing him to rub against your insides deliciously. Your legs quivered, tears welled up within your eyes as the wet tears trickled down your cheeks.

His fingers entangled with your queue, a newfound feeling blinding your every sense. It felt as though every nerve in your body was on fire, the sensation akin to pins and needles prickling across your skin. Your fingers scratched at the ground below, grasping desperately at the dirt. All of the feelings in your body heightened, the tight coil in your stomach threatening to break at any moment.

Your divine whimpers were still loud and clear, driving him even closer to his own climax. With every thrust, he hit the deepest parts of you, making sure he bottomed out each time. Neteyam’s teeth sunk into the crook of your neck. The mixture of emotions clouded your mind, overwhelming you. All you could muster were a few, slurred, pathetic words, incoherent yet recognizable all the same.

A shaky, pitiful whimper slipped from you as you struggled to say your words. "p-please..."

That was it.

Your cry was deafening, the final thrust stretching you to your limit. Neteyam forced his way into your cervix as thick ropes of cum filled you. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure. Your cunt fully squeezing around him, milking him of all he had. The overwhelming intensity of your orgasm bursting through you, overpowering any other emotion in your body.

All you could do was writhe helplessly and clench around him, the last remnants of your juices splattering your inner thighs. The only noise left was the heavy sound of both of your breathing. The world around you becoming hazy and distant. You couldn’t hear the night creatures that lurked in the forest, nor the gentle breeze of the wind.

[hvnlygrl]

⌞ TANGLED BONES ⌝

જ⁀➴ pairing | jasper jordan x reader

જ⁀➴ warnings | mention of jasper’s near-death experience, mention of blood/cuts, fluffff, emo jasper, reader is lowkey so cool and badass, jasper sharpens a knife, talk of death!

જ⁀➴ synopsis | polar opposites in every single way, but he loves every single thing about you — everything that makes you uniquely you.

જ⁀➴ april 15th | april blurb queue

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

the two of you were like water and oil together.

jasper was always reserved, his overgrown locks blocking the view of his chocolate brown eyes. his clothes were grungy and his boots nearly bursting at the seams. he chewed at the insides of his cheeks until they bled, and as introverted as he was, he never failed to stay by your side — to protect you, he swore up and down.

he was always thinking — contemplating the next step, next plan, next moment. everything he did he made sure it was thought out first. since he almost died that fateful day by the water after the drop-ship landed, jasper took no chances with life.

you, on the other hand, were the complete opposite. you were dauntless in your movements, always climbing and jumping and diving from things, doing anything and everything to get high off the rush of adrenaline that came with near-death experiences. you weren’t afraid to speak your mind or let a fist or two fly in a heated situation. you were loud and brash and hardly thought about consequences when you made a decision.

that was one of the things that jasper loved and hated most about you. your differences drew him to you in the first place; you represented everything he wanted to be, and that scared him more than anything. the freedom you exuded made him want to puke if he thought about it too much.

how could you be so utterly free while he was a constant prisoner of his mind?

it didn’t matter, though. jasper loved you more than anyone on (or off) the planet.

“hiya, babe,” you grinned as you sauntered over to where he was sitting, off to the backside of the drop ship. it was his usual hiding space, he’d created a little hut-like area that he could watch the tree-line from. he’d even set up his own little alarm system in case of a grounder sighting.

“hey,” he smiled softly at you as he sharpened the blade on his knife, “what’s goin on out there?”

he was referring to the cheering and chanting from a few minutes ago.

“murphy was running his little fight club again,” you snickered at your own statement, evoking a soft laugh from jasper.

“and let me guess,” jasper finally looked up from the knife permanently, his hand reaching out to grab your own as he examined the skin. “you just had to interject yourself?”

the skin around your knuckles was busted in multiple places, bleeding and swelling with each passing second.

“well,” you shrugged innocently, “i had to defend my title.”

“you gotta slow down, y/n,” jasper shakes his head at you, “seriously. i’m worried about you getting hurt, baby.”

your heart flutters at the usage of the pet name. jasper showed his affection in many ways, most of them odd, but hardly ever through pet names.

“fine, i will. but just because you called me baby,” you smile as you move closer to him, blood pumping as he pulls you down into his lap.

“well,” he hums softly, hands gently cupping your busted knuckles, “i gotta keep you safe. y’know that.”

“yeah, i know,” you hum back, letting your back rest against his chest. “i’m going stir crazy out here, though. i need to do something soon.”

“you’re gonna get yourself killed one of these days,” he said it sarcastically but you could hear the hint of fear in his voice, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed the emotion at the end of his sentence.

“i’m not going anywhere, jas,” you pivot slightly so that you can face him more, one hand cupping his cheek, “seriously. you’re stuck with me.”

he huffs out a laugh at that. “good because if you die, i die. and i don’t think i’m ready for that just yet.”

“well, if you die right after me, they can bury us together and our bones will be all tangled up.”

“you’re so morbid sometimes, y’know that?”

“yea, well, you love me,” you shrug, giving him a soft pat on the cheek.

“yea, i do,” he pulls you closer, kissing you gently as you wrap your arms around him. “always will.”

you rest your head against his shoulder, feeling his warm embrace as you pray this moment never ends.

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hvnlygrl 2025 ©️

[thebladesmithmuses]

Jane did smile a bit knowing Elijah at least found a way to sleep a little easier. She knows it hasn't been easy for him. Even if it doesn't happen every night, it's process towards better sleep. Perhaps, in the meantime, she should look for resources to help him if he asks, or if she deems it necessary to suggest.

"I find... that people tend to know themselves better than they realize. While it's not immediately apparent. Even if there is no label for it, you know that it does help you sleep. And if it gives you a sense of safety then I'm glad you both found something that works for you.

How often do you two sleep in the same bed?"

"Actually we did watch that one recently. I forgot how goofy it was," Elijah laughed. "We also both have some trouble with sleeping at times, but we found after a while that being near one another gives us a feeling of safety that just lets us fall asleep easily anywhere. Most nights I toss and turn, struggling with sleep. But being close to my brother seems to make all of that go away."

Part of him wondered why that was. Maybe it was the instability he'd had from years of time apart. Time where too many bad things happened. His face fell, shoulders sagging slightly as he chewed his lip. "I guess it reminds me of when things were simple and easy and safe..."

[gomzdrawfr]

[Singapore trip vlog, ftr Gomz's shitty camera taking skill and my deformed Ghostie keychain]

omw to Singapore after borgor

Hello Singapore! Can I just say I love all the free water dispenser like YES LMAO then omw to Chinatown with the train and bus, very efficient very clean AND HOLY SHIT THERE'S PLANTS AND TREES EVERYWHERE

Chinatown! Cool place! but the food is not it!! LMAO (price is 10/10 but the taste is....3/10 not sorry cuz Malaysia food superior fight me)

Then Marina Bay (a must to visit here I guess, there was so many people at the merlion bruh)

Gardens by the Bay which was something I really wanted to see, VERY COOL and very tiring cuz lots of walking LMAO

Finally, Lady Gaga concert! There was a rainbow when we were waiting for the security checking queue 🌈

We got in 2 hours before the concert and the long wait was exhausting cuz at this point our limbs and body were sore af from the previous travels, but it was very cool to see everyone's outfit and some drags! and lots of 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 YAAAYYY SLAYYYY

really really shitty concert shots, since I was not too far but not as close and everyone was standing in SEATING REGION (which is NOT COOL BTW cuz the front row were all really tall people, had to stand on my tiptoe most of the time during the concert) I didn't take a lot of these cuz I was busy screaming, jumping and singing my heart out bahahaha

DA MOON

After thoughts: definitely one of my most memorable moments since it's my first concert (and my first flight actually), the atmosphere was so cool cuz everyone was singing along- well for the most part. I'm kinda disappointed that literally no one was singing along when she sang her Mayhem album songs like hello? it's literally in the name why didn't anyone memorize the songs!!! Cried when we sang born this way, blade of grass and shallow, seriously so fucking awesome with her speech and everything *SOBS LOUDLY* "I hope you find the love you need, whether it's from your friends, your family, your partner, or from the person right next to you" *SOBS LOUDER*

okie 2nd day we just spend our day in Changi airport which end up being the fav part of the trip HAHA

We went and redemn some free alcohol, which was made by robots (a bit concerning and dystopian, cuz why would we want robots to replace bartender's job :( but I had Blue Lagoon and some vodka stuff from my brother's order) Not bad though, 7/10

SINGAPORE POMPOMPURIN (i didn't buy any cuz currency difference....💸)

Goodbye Singapore!

Hello Malaysia! Selamat kembali tanah air 💛

[mllemaenad]

I ... just want to be sure I understand the backstory here, because if I have this right, it is hilarious.

Once, long ago, there were three adventurers who decided they wanted to be gods, which was obviously the first indication that these three were not reliable decision makers. The second indication was that they specifically decided they wanted to be the god of the dead, which is often the least fun kind of god to be: it's all bureaucracy and never getting time off to go screw with the mortals.

When they got to the underworld the actual god of the dead, whose name was apparently Jergal, said "Look, if you're stupid enough to want this job - have at it. Do you have any idea how boring it is down here?" And he's not ... gone, or slain or anything. He still exists. He's just taking ... epic amounts of long service leave, because he now has three interns who for some reason volunteered to do all the work.

Except. They are all terrible at this job. Of course they are. Because they want it to be cool. They were certain it was going to be cool. It is not cool. It's all - weighing hearts against feathers, and making sure everybody queues for the appropriate afterlife (Which is apparently a thing? I don't quite understand that. What if you end up in a different afterlife to your friends? Are there visitor passes?), and dealing with the inevitable mortals who turn up with get-out-of-hell free cards for their spouses or children or whatnot. It's paperwork. It's the absolute opposite of cool.

So instead they run around building temples full of skulls to themselves and generally causing a colossal mess every time they do anything.

And the general plot of Baldur's Gate - I think all of the Baldur's Gates - is telling these three nitwits very loudly that their job is not cool, and more importantly what they are doing right now is not even remotely the job they are supposed to be doing, and if they don't go back and start supervising the soul-queuing again someone's going to forge a god killing blade and make them redundant the hard way. Because, to be clear: they volunteered for the crappiest job in the pantheon.

[rat-community-library]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60258463/chapters/153771301

I found this very cool fic and this another one from the same author

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52519303/chapters/132855736

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Clay | Dream & Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Clay | Dream & Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream & Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Cara | CaptainPuffy & Clay | Dream, Ponk | DropsByPonk/Sam | Awesamdude, Clay | Dream & Sam | Awesamdude, Karl Jacobs/Sapnap, Clay | Dream & Niki | Nihachu, Zak Ahmed | Skeppy/Darryl Noveschosch | BadBoyHalo, Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo, Grayson | Purpled & Luke | Punz Characters: Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Darryl Noveschosch | BadBoyHalo, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Cara | CaptainPuffy, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Niki | Nihachu, Sam | Awesamdude, Ponk | DropsByPonk (Video Blogging RPF), Zak Ahmed | Skeppy, Toby Smith | Tubbo, Karl Jacobs, GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Fundy (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Grayson | Purpled (Video Blogging RPF), Luke | Punz Additional Tags: oops accidently got really into The Orville and decided 'rivals duo time', Alternate Universe - Space, Fluff and Angst, Alternate Universe - Origins SMP Setting, Piglin Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Blaze Hybrid Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Merling Niki | Nihachu, Sheep Hybrid Cara | CaptainPuffy, Enderman Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Phantom Hybrid Wilbur Soot, Creeper Sam | Awesamdude, Alien Grayson | Purpled, Alien Luke | Punz, Grayson | Purpled and Luke | Punz are Siblings, Based off of The Orville, Tags Contain Spoilers, Don't say I didn't warn you, Ender Dragon Hybrid Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream and Ranboo are Siblings (Video Blogging RPF), I'm not a dnf shipper but I am into hd/dream, tommy is only here occasionally for personal reasons, some light fundywastaken Summary:

Dream has always wanted to captain his own ship, when he gets the chance to captain the Interplanetary Union ship, the Duelist he jumps on it. Problem being that he then has to work with Techno Blade, former first officer of one of the best ships in the Union. The two are trying to work out their issues while something strange is happening around the ship and Dream is starting to think that something about him is missing. - Loosely based on The Orville, enjoy some rival duo for the soul.

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Jane shakes her head with a soft smile. She wasn't even sure why she was smiling. A force of habit probably. Maybe to try and give Chloe some comfort. This was a tough situation to be in, so a smile. "No. That should be all. Thank you. And, hang in there."

Jane gave a nod and waved Chloe goodbye. She didn't stick around much longer than that. She made her way down the ramp and toward the taxi she took here. She takes in a deep breath and let's one out slowly.

He'll be alright. He has people looking out for him. He isn't alone.

Chloe paused, waiting for the reply. She, herself, is also worried about Elijah. He'd been in mourning since the news and it had been hard to get him to eat or sleep. She wouldn't be surprised if she got a call from the hospital at some point during the day...

"Of course. I'll let him know. Is there anything else you need?" She asked.