#Overlord (anime/manga)

[zefrablue]

Albedo twitter.com/zefrablue patreon.com/zefrablue

[dailyfigures]

Entoma Vasilissa Zeta ; Overlord ☆ FuRyu

[mamamangaka]

Overlord Husk AU (from the brilliant mind of the wonderful @celestialalpacaron ) with his pretty little wife, Angel Dust

[gabbyp09]

[raptorsonthemoon]

First art of the new year! Metal Sonic has always been one of my favorite characters! What about you?

[paper-mario-wiki]

i have now watched all of what has been animated of Overlord, here is my review:

okay i'll watch the fifth season but if Renner doesn't act like a fucking freak openly on-screen in at least half of the episodes im gonna be pissed. to be quite frank, and quite self indulgent, there are SO few yandere women that are given proper screentime these days-- and that's in manga AND anime. why is nobody brave enough to go full yuno gasai? what's wrong with these people? have they forgotten one of the core dere archetypes? my god. the only time girls get to act crazy on screen in anime is when they're an abusive guardian, a power ranger tier villain, or traumatized into helplessness. i want to watch someone whose derangement gives her power and i dunno, maybe she wields them selfishly for the one she loves! and that SEEMS like it's whats been promised to me in the 5th season, but ive been wrong before!!! theyve strung me along with the promise of seeing her do some real insane shit with no more than 6ish minutes spread thin over the 1248 minutes of animation the show's runtime has been composed of thus far. but god dammit. im still gonna watch.

anyway, everything else was pretty cool too, at least enough to keep me interested in the meantime. the animation was pretty bad for most of it. but the writing, voice acting, and overall direction were able to keep the story enjoyable despite that. to compare it to another isekai with a similar premise, though executed very differently; the politics are more interesting in this show than in Slime Show, but Slime Show's world feels more consistent, and the events contained within more justified, where Overlord does ass-pulls often. but i like this world too. i like these characters. i like how complicated they are. much of it is very edgy, and it's chock-full of what i'd call "anime bullshit", but that's a seinen story for ya.

my ratings for the seasons are as follows

6/10

7/10

6/10

7/10

Overall verdict:

this show is hard carried by its sprawling cast of deeply insane women, and god dammit they carried my girl-loving ass through 52 episodes. and probably 13-26 more depending on whether or not the studio really does end up wrapping up the story in the next season. due to the shamelessness of this shows content, i don't know that i can think of many people who i would recommend it to without feeling embarrassed about it. HOWEVER. if you're the kind of person who kept reading this because of the multiple mentions of really, really insane women, and that was enough to get you to read this whole thing, you'll like this show. i mean. as long as you can tolerate all of the *blech* Heterosexuality.

[thefoilguy]

Berengaria from Unicorn Overlord - Aluminum Foil Sculpture

[overlordofthelostcountry]

Let's try this again because for whatever reason lostcountryoverlord is deactivated.

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Albedo (アルベド) 

Manga Souko (マンガ倉庫), Urasoe (浦添市) Okinawa (沖縄), Japan

Aleksandra Alba   IG: tanzdreamer

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⟡ albedo - overlord

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[dustydweeble]

One of many favorite characters from the Overlord anime <3

[dailyfigures]

Lupusregina Beta ; Overlord ☆ Alter

[mamamangaka]

brat taming 101

sketch vs sloppy color

[gabbyp09]

[anomaly-hivemind]

Let Me Help You ☆ Albedo x Reader | Kinktober Day 23

Summary: You come across a woman who needs help, but she just won’t seem to bend. Maybe she just needs someone to show her the right way.

Word Count: 2112

Tags: savior complex, possessive behavior, controlling behavior, coercion,  creampie, rough sex, groping, obsession, Premature Ejaculation, bad sex,

I was driving through the rougher parts of town. Not only because it was the quicker way home but because it allowed me to help all the less fortunate. This week, in particular, had me feeling particularly downtrodden; so many thoughts ran rampant through my head, making me feel sick and dirty. I needed something to help me feel better and to assure myself that I was a good person, so what better way to help myself feel good than to help others feel good; after all, that’s just what good people do. This week had been stressful for me, and it was only making me want to distract myself with something else or even someone else.  

I get stopped by a red light and look out the window at the people walking around or the homeless people asking for change. But everything stopped when I saw her, a demon, yet she had the face of an angel.  She was wearing a long, body-fitting white dress, and her hips and chest were on full display causing me to lick my lips.  Her black hair, which shone and looked like soft silk, cascaded around her and stopped at her knees. She had a set of thick white horns wrapped around her head like a crown. But the sad look on her face really drew me in. 

As soon as the light changed, I pulled over to the side of the road to get a better look at her. Her beauty had me stunned. I found myself leaning over into the passenger seat as my eyes followed her. She stood out from the rest of the crowd, and she didn’t look like someone as beautiful as she belonged here at all

My staring didn’t go unnoticed as her golden eyes met mine. My heart ached seeing how tired she looked. I had made up my mind: I needed to talk to her to save her from her troubles.

“Can I help you?” my mouth blurted out before my mind attempted to stop it. She looked at me for a long while before giving me a welcoming smile that made my heart throb. 

“Pretty sure that's my line,” she replied sternly and I shook my head. 

“What are you doing out here alone?” I looked at the rather unbusy road and only a few people walking here and there, none batting either of us an eye. 

“Working…”  she bats her eyelashes at me. 

“Working?” I repeated the words as I looked at her intensely as she pressed her breasts together and leaned in my car window.  I couldn't take my eyes off her, not that I wanted to look away from her.  She nodded and stood up for a moment to pull her dress down a tad, shifting it into its proper place. 

“Mind telling me exactly what you do for work.”  I had asked, my tone a bit dry and harsher than intended. 

“I think you already know sir…” she spoke in a more hushed tone than before. 

“Maybe, but I want to hear you say it.” I could feel a familiar feeling buzzing in the back of my head. 

“A sex worker” 

“A prostitute” I had corrected but I wasn't trying to be rude.

“More or less…” she frowned a little. 

“How much do you charge?”   A smile formed back on her face, likely fake as she was thinking of how much money she could get out of me. 

 Yet I unlocked the door, ready to let her in my life and save her from her own.

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I learned her name, which is Albedo, and how she got to where she is today. I immediately knew that I wanted to help her, to take her away from the shitty life that she must be having, and the equally shitty people that she probably has to deal with every day.

She’s just a little lost, is all, stuck in her demon ways when she doesn't have to be. She doesn't need to sell her body to other men, or anyone for that matter, I could easily take care of her if she wanted.  When I first let her in my car, I simply wanted to talk with her and get to know who the doxy woman on the street corner was. 

So I made it a habit of going back to her, sometimes getting a hotel for her to sleep at or food after I dropped her off.  But every day I go to her usual spot and I find her there.  A few days later I came back to visit her again. When I get there, I see her talking to a man who is in his early fifties.  I quickly park my car and get out, storming over to my angelic woman. I wrapped my hand around her waist and looked at the other man, I looked at the frown growing on her face.  

“Can’t you see that you're making her uncomfortable, stop being a creep and get lost!”  I glared at the man, my teeth grinding together. The man mumbled some curses and walked off. I looked over to Albedo, her face still turned into a frown. 

“Are you alright?” I grab a hold of her hand only for her to pull away. 

“What the hell was that for?!” She scoffed at me and took a small step back.

“I was protecting you from some creep trying to use you.”  My eyebrows furrowed. 

“I can handle myself and I sure as hell didn't need you to intervene when I was working.”

“What do you need to do that for? I can do all of that for you and then some, why would you waste your time with lowlifes who just want to use your body.”  I argue. 

“Aren't you just doing the same thing?” She asked frowning, and quirked an eyebrow at me.  I take her arm in my hand, rubbing up her soft skin.

I tighten my grip on her arm and shake my head. I didn't want to use her, I wanted to help her and make sure that she had everything she needed. Why was that so hard to understand? Even if her lustrous ways were in her nature, I could easily provide that whenever she desired.  There was no need for her to be fucking random bums.  Maybe that's what she needs, a good lay with someone to treat her exactly how she deserves to be bedded. Then she won't need to go to other men for anything, and I could help her feel better and better. 

“Come with me,”  I tell her, my voice firm. 

“Now why the hell would I go with you after that? I don't feel like talking to you all night.”

“That’s fine, we won't be doing much talking.”  I pulled out a couple of hundreds and placed it in her hand before dragging her to my car.  Once we were in the car, she didn't say anything, but in my peripheral, I could see her silently counting the money I had given her. 

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I grab her hand and basically drag her to my place, not wanting her to feel used to going to a hotel. I quickly cleaned all the shit that was lying about the pigsty of my room, which was mostly kicking shit into my closet and under the bed. 

“I don’t want you to feel like some cheap whore, so no more of that going to a hotel shit.” I guide her over to my bed, which is soft and welcoming. 

I watched her sit down on the bed; she always looked perfect, but now she looks even better in that skimpy dress she wears for customers.  She hasn't said a word but is getting naked before me. I can’t help but stare; I want to claim her. 

“This is what you want, right?”  She looks up at me, and I nod, how could I not want everything from her? I move to grab her supple, plump breasts and knead them in my hand. I feel like this is too much, and I'm defiling this angle. 

I pinch her nipples and smush her fat tits together; my eyes don't want to leave them. I feel so gross and like a pervert for getting hard by just touching her breast like some creep. Against my own will, my hips grind into her legs. Ugh, I needed to stop this degeneracy and get inside her as soon as possible. She had a bored look on her face as she moved to get naked before me, and I held back the urge to have my jaw drop.

“Can I put it inside? I promise to pay you more.” she nods and opens her legs for me. I crawl over to get on top of her. I move to line my cock into her entrance, pushing inside her, and let out a whorish groan at the feeling of her wet passage.

I push into her all the way and almost faint at the soft sound she lets out. I grab her thighs and push as deep as I can't into her perfect body. riding out a high that was far too strong, too soon, and too fast for me coming for this to be enjoyable for both of us. I heard her let out a wince as I fucked into her, I looked up, concerned.

“You're okay. Please tell me you're enjoying this.” I almost begged her to answer, not wanting to hurt and damage this already broken flower. 

“Don't know what Ah! You want it from me?” She lets out a whimper. She must be feeling good and wants more of this, and I must treat her right. She pushes me back, and I freeze a bit, what was that for?!

Why did she push me away? I don’t smell, and I couldn’t have possibly hurt her, only bad guys hurt girls. Was she thinking about another man? How could such a pretty girl be so ungrateful to what I'm giving her?  Did I upset her somehow, what's her problem? 

“Don’t act that way when I'm so nice to you.” Even when I'm scolding her, her cunt feels so good around me, and I let out a whimper. “I’m saving you from your life of being used, but I still did things your way and paid you. Even now, I can just take my money back and keep you here.” 

“What?” She looks up at me with wide eyes and tries to get up, but I make sure my cock keeps her in place. The place she rightfully belongs. “Nothing you pay me is going to make me okay with that,” she tries to be professional, though her breath is shaky, it must be from how good I'm fucking her.

“I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt that you’ll come to your senses eventually. Why are you so- augh… attached to your sinful way of life,” my face lay in her supple breasts. Maybe if she sees how a real man can love her, it’ll help her change her mind. I try to go in for a kiss, but she turns her head,  I feel myself begin to get upset again but I remembered this is out first time, she’s probably just feeling shy. She’ll warm up to it eventually.

I can't hold out any longer, I hold on to her tightly, pulling her into my arms, and hug her as if she would disappear. I hold her down and thrust into her rough, trying not to get lost in her elegant essence. My hips collided with her, and her arousal drenched my cock, but I could feel her getting tighter.

 My cock spills inside her, and I let out a pathetic groan as I get to climax earlier into her, but she didn't finish. Which feels like an insult to injury. I feel no better than the men Who try to use and devour this woman. I can't help her if I can't even help myself. 

So sorry, I'll make it up to you.”  I work in order to get myself hard again to go again, with a new determination. I rest my head on her chest, kissing her soft skin as let out a frustrated huff.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean all that, I promise. I'm sorry.”  I take her in a hug, muttering apologies over and over again.

I feel terrible for potentially scaring her, but I'm making it up to her. I feel my cock getting hard again.

This is gonna cost a bunch of money…