#Ugh overlord

[scribe-of-hael]

Honestly if your comfort character isn't capable of Armageddon -

Are you even trying ?

[daylesspax]

If you're looking for a challenge, IDW Fortress Maximus or IDW Overlord (they're both super cool but complicated to draw in my experience) :) It'd be cute to see Max shy or pouty, or Overlord would absolutely kill a sexy pose! Also, in love with the Jet Twins you did, they're so cute!

Me: reading this post a few days ago Why… why, Anon… WHYYYYY!!!

Anyway, I’m glad you loved my Jet Twins pin up!

Here is a lovely, blushy Fort Max ;)

This took so much longer than I thought it would… there were so many last minute stuff I had to put, lol

Anyway! Fort Max is very shy and has energon-pink lipstick he borrowed from Overlord…

I don’t know what possessed me to choose a pose where their head is parallel to their shoulder and chose one of the only Transformers with LITERAL HORNS ON THE SIDES OF THEIR HEAD (just pretend it makes sense for the cuteness…)

But I really hope you like this big cutie as much as I enjoyed making him!

[transformersbrainrot]

My friend's reactions to reading IDW for the first time pt 4

HIS REACTION DID NOT DISAPPOINT 😭😭😭

[xcziel]

i'd love if there could be another round of sharing bluesky handles now that there's a been a big move from twitter

i'm xcziel over there as well

[duckzydoodles]

ooooooookay! Spot 4 was claimed by aheeeem @iceeclaw (Darkwing Duck) ... And @silverthespikeyboi12 (Bill Cipher), I had to put two because Silvy wouldn't let it go that I filled the spot already 🙄 ohhh and I fixed the hair on EagleBones after receiving insistent backlash from Beanzy, Spot 1 and 6 are still open, any character at all 👀

[iholli]

hey listen. I had a RadioStatic thought that's definitely unlikely but still interesting to consider okay

what if Alastor rejected Vox because of the contract holding him. what if he actually did want to be with Vox, business partners or otherwise, but was afraid of him being a weakness and getting hurt. what if Alastor had to choose between rejecting and humiliating Vox, or getting him killed. and after their fight Alastor left for seven years in part because it hurt him for having to make that choice. but at least Vox wouldn't be hurt again, and after losing to Alastor he'd move on.

only for Alastor to come back, find Vox is still obsessed with him, and have to keep finding ways to hurt him so they're distanced from each other.

better to hurt someone you care about than kill them, or die trying to protect them before you can make things right.

right?

[rainofthetwilight]

"He shall forever be in my grasp."

sooo i joined @legogeek33's dtiys!! wanted to try a second attempt at stained glass art (first attempt here), and i thiiink i went a little overboard. i dont really like how the background turned out cuz its messy and wtv, but anyways i had so mucn fun with this!!

(yes, there are crystals on lloyd, the ones on his shoulders and left knee)

[numberonepartyboy]

(Writing for the AU that I forgot I had)

After the events of Crystalized, the Ninjago City is rebuilt for the final time and the ninjas aren't going to the missions that much. They still train, defeat bad guys and even think of retirement now that they're defeated the Overlord and all of the villains are in Kryptarium. Expect Overlord is back. In a kid's body, who doesn't even know they're reincarnated as him. And it's now Ninjas responsibility to raise this child to be good.

This AU made only because I need more dad Cole and I think it's funny to have a villain who killed one of the ninjas and probably killed some people be reincarnated as a child. Also here's their design that I made like 2 months ago.

[the-ultimate-muses]

@more-than-a-princess liked for a starter! (X)

Physical affection wasn't something Gundham sought out very often, at least that's what most people would assume. It wasn't that he didn't like to be touched, he was simply very choosey in who he allowed to touch him. He was much like a stray cat, knowing how cruel the world could be from living within it's darkest depths firsthand, he was slow to open up until it was proven he could without consequence.

Because of this, it was perhaps a surprise when the rather tired looking breeder had tipped forwards into the princess the moment they were away from prying eyes, his forehead coming to rest on her shoulder with hands just barely at her waist, waiting for permission to touch. "My apologies, She-Cat. I find that life upon this mortal plane has been most taxing to this vessal as of late. May we...stay like this, just for a moment?"

[mbrainspaz]

I only spend about 4 seconds a month on Twitter to post art updates but today I took the extra step of blocking Elon Musk just because he popped up in my recommended list.

[unsettlingcreature]

chapter 3 snippet

full chapter on AO3

At last, they reached a large door with three rings on it. Arielle tested them, allowing them to slide left and right as she looked at the symbols on them. "Do you feel like sharing that shiny claw with me now or would you rather sort the door out yourself?"

"I'll do it," Kaidan said, unhooking it from his belt. He quickly matched up the symbols and slotted the claw into place, flinching back when the door shifted with the screech of stone upon stone. Where before, the confines of the barrow had pressed in on them at every angle, now it opened up in a brightly-lit chamber. Bats fluttered against the ceiling, disturbed by the sudden opening of a door that had likely stayed shut for decades if not centuries.

When Kaidan followed in immediately after her, the soft clank of his armour ruining any chance of a stealthy approach, Arielle didn't complain. Despite the tension between them and how she'd been vehemently against him accompanying her in the first place, it was comforting to not be facing such a grand space alone. After all, she'd been in enough ruins to know that large open spaces like this were not the norm and often held something precious within. If Farengar's dragonstone was in the barrow, it would be in this room and likely guarded by something troublesome.

Yet as they made their way further and further into the chamber, nothing revealed itself. Eventually they made their way up a short set of stairs until they stood atop a small platform. A stone coffin sat sealed and undisturbed with a shelf to one side and a large chest to the other. Cracking open the chest revealed little beyond a rusted sword and Arielle turned to the grandest feature of the chamber: a stone wall inscribed with an unfamiliar language.

"Do you think that's the dragonstone?" Kaidan asked, sword still readied against any possible enemy lurking in the shadows.

"If it was, then that wizard must be a few flowers short of a healing potion. I wouldn't even know where to begin in bringing this to him."

"Maybe you could try copying it down?"

Arielle groaned, setting down her bow and her pack to search for a sheaf of paper and her charcoal. Finally finding it at the bottom of her bag, she stepped over to the wall and knelt before it. She was unbothered by the sudden magic that swirled around her since rather than causing any harm, it seemed to instead sharpen her thoughts.

"Here lies the guardian," Arielle recited, the words easily finding their way onto her tongue as she traced over the letters with her finger. "Guardian of the dragonstone and a force of unending rage and darkness."

"You can read that?"

"No, I... I don't know how I understood that. Perhaps it's old magic, something that's been lost to time. You didn't feel that?"

Kaidan shook his head. "Nope, but I'm not the one who just sat down in the middle of it. If what you said is right, the wall's probably not the dragonstone. It'll be with the guardian, wherever that is." Arielle's eyes slid past Kaidan to the cist behind him. Noticing the shift in attention, he turned to look as well. "Please don't tell me you're thinking of opening that tomb."

"I'm not," Arielle assured him, rising to her feet. "I'm thinking of you opening that tomb. I don't think we can desecrate this place any more than we already have."

Despite his grumbling, Kaidan sheathed his sword and stepped over to the cist. Bracing his hands against the lid, he pushed it off with little effort. Dust flew up into his face, forcing him to lean back as he coughed heavily. Fighting against the detritus in the air, he peered inside.

"I think I found it," he said as Arielle came up alongside him. "Or at least, I found something."

"And someone. Be a dear and check whether the draugr is all the way dead, won't you?"

Rolling his eyes, Kaidan reached towards the still corpse. When its eyes flared to life, he reached for his sword only to get flung back as its jaw dropped open and a shout shattered the quiet. Swearing under her breath, Arielle darted back to where she'd left her bow and quickly worked to nock an arrow while Kaidan pushed himself back to his feet. Meanwhile, the draugr dragged itself out of its disturbed resting place, pulling a jagged-edged blade out after it with a guttural growl.

Kaidan swiftly positioned himself between it and Arielle, sword moving to block the first of the undead creature's attacks. Unlike the other draugr they'd encountered in the crypt, this one moved with uncanny speed and seemed to strike with deliberately angled blows to try and set Kaidan off balance. The two of them slashed against each other, steel upon cold steel, while Arielle struggled to find an opening to fire. The only opportunities she could take were when the draugr shouted out again, knocking Kaidan to his knees.

The worst of it came when Kaidan not only go flung to the ground but his sword came lose in his hand, skittering across the stone floor. The draugr immediately pressed the advantage, lashing out with his sword and leaving ice splintering up Kaidan's leg. Tossing aside her bow, Arielle pulled a delicate knife out of her boot and launcher herself onto the draugr's back, the thin blade plunging into the rotten flesh of its collarbone. Though she was quickly thrown off, it had given Kaidan the time he needed to retrieve his sword and slice cleanly through the creature's torso.

As the draugr slumped to the ground, Kaidan and Arielle stood panting and poised for a second attack. When it never came, they let out a joint sigh of relief as they took a moment to catch their breaths. Kaidan recovered quicker and was the first to speak.

"That's the second time you've saved me."

"Please," she said between gasps. "If I'd gone in here alone, that thing would have killed me. Either we equally saved each other or you've fulfilled your debt."

He shook his head. "You're really so keen to get rid of me? Even after this?"

"I still have no interest in a travelling companion. Even after this."

[wickedghxst]

every time i play honest hearts without interacting with the main story at all i have so much fun but if i try to talk to daniel at all every word he says makes me wanna shoot his brains out so damn bad.

[buginateacup]

I knew going in that Roxanne was going to take point on questioning this teenage witness but I didn't realise it was because Megamind has so much trauma he would rather bite someone's head off than have to make conversation with children

[helluvapoison]

Possessive

how the overlords would put a claim on you

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˚✧₊⁎ Carmilla Carmine ⁎⁺˳✧༚

As much as she loves spending her mornings in bed with you, wishfully thinking she could stay there all day, she can only give you 3 more minutes at best. Being an Overlord and a CEO keeps her rather busy. You’re grown, you can handle yourself (you have to in this world) she’s not keeping tabs on your whereabouts. Carmilla isn’t itching for a fight like these new “up and comers”. Giving you something to protect you when she’s not around simultaneously puts a target on your back. A simple ring with her name inscribed would suffice, satisfying any possessive vices she may or may not have

˚✧₊⁎ Zestial ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Abhorrent is jealousy, driving the younger generations to filth like, ugh, hickeys. Although, on a certain level he does understand. Being in Hell for as long as he has and alone the same amount, he knows all too well the primal need to claim what other’s might steal. One must leave their mark as a warning sign for others. Zestial’s exceptionally charming when he wants something, notably not asking when he presents you with the crisply wrapped gifts. There’s no less than twenty. Boxes upon boxes of accessories and clothes that suit you but hold his color palette, spider and web details to boot. He’s utterly thrilled when you wear them, showering you in compliments and declaring himself the luckiest soul in Hell

˚✧₊⁎ Rosie ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Goodness, have you seen how sinners nowadays go about the whole ordeal? What happened to romance!? Call her old fashioned, but Rosie likes a smidge of glamour in her techniques! She’ll walk shoulder to shoulder with you, holding her parasail over the both of you. She’ll accidentally press her painted lips on your cheek and forget, quickly getting swept up into conversation with someone or the other. It’s fine, no one would question her! Not if they wanted to live anyways. Butterflies swarm her stomach when she notices you haven’t wiped her imprint away, a proud smile spreading across her face. It becomes purposeful as the days go on

˚✧₊⁎ Alastor ⁎⁺˳✧༚

While happy to broadcast newsworthy exploits, sharing his private affairs with the world is out of the question. Of course the appeal of it all isn’t lost on him, he merely doesn’t see the point. Why broaden your horizons of potential dangers by claiming you publicly? To calm that unruly, covetous alien in the pit of his chest? He’s not that selfish! Besides, nothing less than something permanent could truly satisfy him anyhow

˚✧₊⁎ Valentino ⁎⁺˳✧༚

If he doesn’t have eyes on you, he’s working. Those measley hours apart won’t stop him from reminding all of Hell you still belong to him. He doesn’t trust anyone down here. He’ll convince you it’s for your safety that he tightens the collar around your neck. With a hum of approval, Val’s long and slender fingers twist the tag with his name on it. Heart shaped, of course, he loves you after all!

˚✧₊⁎ Vox ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Only the insecure need to put a claim on their person. That’s not Vox, no way! You’re never really out of his sights anyways, what with today’s power of technology and all! The need to brand you goes a different route. He wants everyone to know you’re spoken for, pulling you on camera every chance he gets. He wants them to stare in awe and envy but cast their eyes down when you walk by in public. A slight on you would be a slight on him personally and no one messes with The Vees

˚✧₊⁎ Velvette ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Truthfully, there isn’t much she wouldn’t do. You’re all over her Sinstagram and that says it all. Every runway show, every red carpet walk, every paparazzi shot you’re always beside her. Vel dresses you left and right to match her OOTD somehow. She snaps a pic every single day (sometimes more) to show her followers their favorite couple is thriving and stylish as always! The description never fails to scream how your all hers

[scribe-of-hael]

evil bastard

I wanna kiss em

[falling-endlessly]

Boomerang (part 2)

Vox x Female!Ex!Overlord!Reader

Summary: After being faced with a dilemma, Vox tries a new approach to get you back. All hell breaks loose.

<—Part 1 Chapter Index Part 3—>

"You're shitting me right now," Velvette's eye twitched as she stared at the snoring TV demon sprawled across your bed. "For fuck's sake, what am I? A babysitter?"

"At least he's knocked out," you crossed your arms, raising a brow. "You won't have to listen him try and tell you that he lost his hat, only to realize it was on his head the whole time, and then start crying because he forgot he owned such a cool hat."

Velvette smacked her forehead audibly, dragging the hand down her face. "Jesus Christ," she hissed under her breath, before glaring at you in irritation. "You know, none of this would have happened if you hadn't left, right?"

"Vel," you said tiredly, rubbing your temples.

"Do you know how fucking annoying it is to hear him bitch all goddamn day about you?" She growled, waving her hands around aggressively. "I'm this close," she held her fingers a millimeter apart. "To pouring water all over his monitors. This. Close."

"Vel—"

"And then there's Valentino, who's also in a fucking mood. You know what? Forget about the water. I'm going to shoot both of them in the—"

"Velvette!" You raised your voice, making her grit her teeth. "I'm not coming back. He made his choice," you glanced at the demon in question, currently drooling all over your pillow. "It's not my problem anymore."

"Is that what you think?" She snapped, crossing her arms. "That you can just, what, leave your shit in a mess and walk out? Sorry to burst your bubble bitch, but you aren't fucking Cinderella. Things aren't just going to magically work out if you hide from them."

"I'm not hiding—"

"Bullshit!" She growled.

Your jaw set tightly as you both stood in a tense silence, glaring at each other.

After a few seconds, you sighed, shaking your head. "He already knows what he has to do if he wants to fix this," you said firmly. "I'm not going to change my mind."

Velvette pressed her lips together, before letting out an irritated breath. "Always fucking cleaning up everyone else's messes," she muttered angrily under her breath as she roughly hoisted Vox's limp body over her shoulder. "I'm going to kill him. Pathetic piece of shit—keep up a good image my ass."

She was almost out of the window when you called out, "Vel."

Velvette turned to give you an annoyed what now look over her shoulder, scowling impatiently.

"Thanks," you said sincerely.

She didn't answer you, instead turning and vaulting herself out of the window, disappearing from sight.

****

Vox woke up feeling like his screen was being forcibly bent in half. "What the ungodly fuck?" he whimpered, grabbing fistfuls of his sweaty bed sheets as he tried to control his breathing.

His stomach roiled ominously, making him gag. "Nope, nope. Not here," he stumbled out of bed, staggering to his attached bathroom like a desperate zombie and nearly running face first into the wall.

Vox dropped to his knees, flipping open the toilet lid and shooting out an unholy amount of chunks.

"What the—ugh, holy shit!" Velvette coughed from the doorway, shielding her face. "God, that smells worse than that skit when Angel got shat on."

Fuck you, he wanted to say. What the fuck are you doing in my bathroom?

But instead what came out was: "FUghhhuckk!"

Velvette watched him, unimpressed and disgusted. "You're an idiot."

"Not. Helping." Vox growled miserably, screen flickering as he gripped the edges of the toilet bowl.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Velvette jeered unsympathetically. "Who dragged your pathetic drunk ass back here last night? Oh, that's right!" She snapped her fingers in a mock eureka! moment. "I did. How about a little gratitude?"

Vox lifted a weak, trembling hand and flipped her off.

Velvette rolled her eyes. "Ungrateful bitch," she muttered under her breath.

Vox heaved loudly into the toilet, making her cringe. Gross. She grabbed the hand towel off of the rack, before throwing it at his head. It landed on the top of his monitor, hanging off the corner, before he grabbed it and sluggishly wiped his mouth. "I th-think I'm sh-short circuiting," he groaned, gripping his head in pain.

"You'll be fine," Velvette closed her eyes in frustration, but internally her thoughts took a different turn. She hadn't seen Vox this fucked up in ages. Val maybe. But not Vox. He cared way too much about his public image. This erratic behavior was very, very unlike him, and it was starting to become...concerning.

"What happened?" Vox coughed, leaning his monitor weakly against his forearms. The last thing he remembered was the fight with Val, and then—a garden...? The hell?

"Well, apparently, your dumbass thought it was a good idea to pay Y/n a visit—" Vox froze at the sound of your name "—to personally deliver her flowers at three in the morning. Then you cried about your stupid hat, passed out in her room, and she called me to pick you up like an incompetent child. The end."

By the end of her rant, Vox's expression looked even more pained, if that was even possible. "Shitttt," he moaned, curling in on himself. "Fuck. Shit. Fuck."

He looked so pathetic and distraught that Velvette almost felt bad for him. Almost.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were Vox's labored breaths and Velvette's judgmental stare. The silence was starting to border on stifling when Vox finally broke it.

"Did she like it?" He asked quietly.

"What?" Velvette scowled, crossing her arms.

"The roses," he continued, making her raise a brow. So he did remember buying the flowers then, she never told him what kind they were. "Did she like them?"

She was about to dismiss it when a sudden memory struck her, making her pause. "She kept them. In a vase on her night stand."

Vox slowly lifted his head, a warmth (not bile this time) blooming in his chest. You kept them. Even though he'd made a fool out of himself and probably ruined your night. And you didn't kick him out, either.

You still care, he realized, with a fragile, growing hope.

And that meant—he had a chance. Not baseless hope this time, an actual, legitimate chance to win you back. A slow, goofy grin started to climb his face.

"What—what the fuck? What's with the idiotic look on your face?" Velvette cringed away, disturbed. Then realization hit her as her eyes rolled skyward. "You're going to do something incredibly stupid, aren't you?"

"Maybe," he grinned, before another bout of nausea hit him, making him retch violently into the bowl.

"Idiot," Velvette reiterated.

****

"Oh, hell no," you heard Vaggie say, making you glance up. The moth demon looked incredibly hostile, spear pointed at whoever was at the door.

Concerned, you lifted from the lounge chair you were seated in, taking a few steps towards them, only for a firm hand to land on your shoulder.

"Toots," Angel Dust laughed nervously, moving to block the scene with his body. "Maybe you should let the others sort this one out, yeah?"

"Angel, I know I don't look like much, but I'm an overlord," you raised a brow, peeling his hand off of your shoulder with ease. "I can probably help."

"Shit! Wait, you're not going to like this," Angel groaned under his breath, but it was too late. You'd already seen him.

Vox caught your eye, a charming smile quirking his mouth. "Hey, doll."

Your fists curled by your sides, eyes flashing dangerously as you started to dematerialize, glowing green code dancing along your skin. You glitched out, growing substantially in stature as your mouth distended horrifically.

"Ohhh shit," Angel cursed, taking cover behind the bar counter.

"What's wrong?" Charlie's confused voice came from the stairwell, only to gasp at your demonic form, glitching horribly as your voice raged like gravelly static. It almost sounded like there was another, deeper voice speaking in tandem with yours.

"Woah!" She bolted to the scene, catching sight of a pale Vox, shocked Vaggie, and gaping Niffty. Husk, Pentious and Angel had done the smart thing and taken cover behind the bar.

"Y/n," she smiled placatingly, raising her hands in a show of non-aggression. "What's going on?"

"Gonna kill him," you spat, making everyone wince. "Can't have one goddamn moment to myself without this fucker appearing like a fucking genital wart—"

 "Hey," Vox laughed nervously. "I'm not here for any of that, I promise. Just—sweetheart—could you maybe not hover over me like that—"

"O-kay Y/n," Charlie stepped between the two of you. "Maybe just calm down, take a few deep breaths, and let's hear him out."

"Charlie, he blew up the hotel two days ago," Vaggie hissed through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, well, so did Pentious," Charlie raised a brow, wincing at said demon's faint protest.

"Pentious blew a hole in the wall," Vaggie argued. "This guy blew up half of the building!"

"Charlie!" Angel yelled, voice strained. "Do something before we all die!"

"Alastor's going to kill him," Niffty said cheerfully.

"I'll kill him first."

"Guys—" Charlie pleaded.

"I'm here for redemption!" Vox's voice cut through the air, making everyone freeze. It even shocked you out of your demonic form, the glowing code disappearing as you shrunk to normal proportions.

"You what?" you snapped.

"I want to...make things right," he glanced at you, making you grit your teeth and turn away. "I'm not here to cause trouble I swear—"

The door slammed in his face, cutting him off.

"Charlie," Alastor grinned, finally pulled from wherever the hell he'd fucked off to in his free time. "Tell me you're not thinking of letting this mongrel stay, are you?"

"What is this?" Vaggie hissed, dropping her head in her hands. "Overlord central?"

Charlie looked down, pursing her lips. "Well, it would be wrong of us to refuse anyone. It is open to everyone, after all."

"Think of Y/n!" Alastor said desperately, smile twitching as he clasped his hands on your shoulders, holding you out like some sort of charity case. You gave him an unimpressed look. "It's obvious he's only here to harass her!"

"And what were you here for again?" Charlie raised a brow. "To see demons trip and tumble down into the fiery pit of failure," she deepened her voice to imitate his, making him let out a screech of radio feedback.

"Look, I appreciate the concern, but I can take care of myself," you said, disgruntled as you shrugged off Alastor's uncomfortably tightening grip. "Charlie, do what you want. But I can't promise I won't kill him."

You were starting to accept the fact that there was nowhere in hell you could possibly go to escape your ex if he didn't wish it. That didn’t mean you wouldn’t put up a fight, though.

"Oh fuck," Angel dragged a hand down in face. He already knew what Charlie was going to decide. "Shoulda fuckin' stayed over with Cherri."

Charlie took a deep breath, and despite everyone's silent pleas, reached for the door handle and twisted it open. Vox perked up, turning towards her attentively.

"Welcome to Hazbin Hotel!" She attempted an awkward, welcoming smile.

****

<—Part 1 Chapter Index Part 3—>

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