#yanderes Overlord

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OMG! I've just read your latest post about an Overlord and I am so psyched! Are you going to continue the route of the Y/N being Ainz's twin sister? If so, what would the human characters of the anime would react when they see Y/N and witnessed her strength?

The Flower of Nazarick meets Humans | Yandere Overlord 

If you referring to the Madam Butterfly Sister Reader your interactions are very similar to Ainz disguising yourself to become a hero and it's a collective sense of forlorn admiration. As his twin, it doesn’t leave a lot for you two to get much of a different reaction. Now in my first original reader, where you aren’t exactly related by blood, you have a built-in buff where characters below a certain level naturally are drawn to you and become hopelessly obsessed with you. All humans typically fall under this scope and even in disguise your power isn’t truly impeded:

Enri Enmot

She was bewildered by Lupisregina’s reaction to hearing that you’d be visiting

Squeezing her legs, breathing erratically while pulling at her braids

When it was explained that you were on the same level as Ainz

She could hardly imagine what it’d be like when you arrived without your veil

A case study Ainz wanted to trial your effect on others

“A-ah y-you must be (User)-sama! Thank you for gracing this village with your wonderfulness!”

She can hardly come down from the high she got being around you

Granted she was able to snap out of it to shoo order her goblins away

Your beauty has her heating up in places she’d rather not

‘A true paragon of beauty…a flower hardly captures your eminence!’

Not to mention your kindness to everyone in the village

Allowing them to feed to you

And interact in playful banter

It feels like a knife pulled out when you’re escorts signal your departure

Carne Village is in emotional shambles

Their only saving grace is the letter of appreciation you left behind

She almost wants to keep it from them but her better half stops her

“Oh…yeah…we have to go on, right? Make this place a better place for them to come visit, right?”

Nfirea Bareare

He knew it was you, the masked visitor that spoke to Momonga

Even then he didn’t understand why he kept dreaming of your muffled voice 

But he knew now 

Now that you showed yourself without the mask he now felt true love

“Y-yes (User)-sama! W-whatever you need! I’ll happily make it for you! S-sorry!” 

He’s a blushing mess around you all the time

But since Ainz gave the all-clear with him he’s been gifted a touch of your ungloved hand

He nearly ejaculated right there

He is beside himself with how little he can handle you 

Thanks to Enri he gets a little more confidence when you’re eyes look at him

Not to mention they both seem to bond over you together like never before

In more ways than one

He helps Enri when her compassion  in sharing you is shaken

He gets the feeling

“M-maybe we can keep some of the letters to ourselves, right? As the leader, you we can keep our little secret. It is your our duty after all.”

Climb

Meeting you in your disguised form

he may never see your face unmasked

But he doesn’t need to

He’s already smitten 

Whether he witnessed you fighting playing or just dodging expertly 

He admires you beyond a simple squire

He blushes at just the sound of your name

enduring this when he reports to his princess what you did in your stay in E-Rantel

“T–they were radiant, as always but today…hah~they complimented m-my bravery, Princess.”

“What was it like? How did it feel?” 

“I-it was like being burned, cursed to replay their voice whenever they’re gone. B-but in the moments we shared it was like an inferno in my heart and my cheeks S-sorry Princess I spoke too much!”

“No no, all is well. I greatly appreciate it.”

Princess Renner Theiere Chardelon Ryle Vaiself

Knew something was different immediately when she saw you 

Immediately turning away to smile her true smile as she reveled in the pure obsession being ignited within her

On a constant high, she feels so great already about having to do it through Climb but when you finally meet 

It changes nothing

Except amplifies her obsessions more so 

Drooling in her lonesome she imagines what it’ll be like to have both of you at her whim

But when you align yourself with Momonga she has to relish in the painful pleasure of watching you from afar

“I thank you for your service in protecting E-Rantel. And thank you for protecting mine my knight.”

And when she finally has Climb and she sees you’re veiled appearance beside Ainz

She knows immediately and has to hold herself back from shaking in pleasure

For any unfortunate soul that should listen in the halls of the castle she was left, she laughs hysterically so overcome with joy at her obsessions passionately weak and tortuously out of reach

“Ahh~My loves! I can hardly ever contain it all hah~!”

Clementine

Now by the time she’s in her prime, you may have not even bloomed 

But if you do it's toward the end

You’ve either fought alongside Momonga or joined him in his decimation of Clementine and her partner

You’re not emotionally immune like Ainz so you might lose a little bit of control

And man does she think it's hot

“Oya Oya are you mad, cutie? Well, when I win I’d love to stab you more and more!”

Her obsession is twisted and disgusting 

Especially after you had begun to quite like the group you were with

You might be too angry; unable to regulate your power when you simply think about getting revenge

So it's likely that Ainz will send you away or forbid you from fighting

But you can watch 

Floating far above her head you watch as she gets angrier at Ainz’s evading

Eventually looking up at the bristling ferocity steaming off you

Even when you're giving her a death glare 

She’s somehow irrevocably excited

“Oi Oi what’s Pretty doing stayin’ up there? Don’t you want to meet with Lady Clementine? Get you’re own ‘revenge’ on me?”

Even as Ainz crushes her to death she’s as happy as she can be while looking at you

Only feeling absolutely destroyed when you turn away

As Ainz gives the final blow

“No! No! No! Agh–!”

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Infernal Shadows

Synopsis: Being one of the most powerful overlords in Hell, you like to keep up with colonies and overlord plans. Recently with the new extermination date out, you hold your annual gala sooner than usual. You hadn’t expected to get in the middle of the already heated feud between the Radio Demon and the head of Vox Tech.

Warnings: She/Her pronouns used for the reader, mentions of blood, voodoo?, Angel Dust being a horn-bag, Reader is referred too as Madame to the public. Vox and Alastor feud because I live for it.

Song for this chapter: The world we knew by Frank Sinatra.

A/N: I wanna make this a three part short story, so if anyone is interested in being tagged in the second part just let me know!! I hope you enjoy!!

Word count: 2655

Navigation!! // Masterlist!!! // Serendipity Writes (event) // Part two

Getting an invite to the annual crimson ball, hosted by yours truly, was nothing but an honor. Every overlord and every sinner in the pride ring waited anxiously for a letter. A black card with white letter in a cursive font stating ‘You have been personally invited by Hells biggest designer. The list of the gala was simple. The usual overlords, Zestial, Carmilla Carmine and her daughters, Zeezie, Rosie, Fredrick Von Eldritch and Bethesda von Eldritch. Alastor who had came back after seven years of hiding god knows where, and by special request, the three vee’s who had never attended the gala before. Then it becomes a bit more political.

Next on the list was the Goetia family, inviting the recently divorced prince with his daughter. Inviting Lucifer and Lilith, though they only ever came when everyone was gone. Then was their daughter Charlotte, who got a plus one as a special perk of being the princess of hell. Husk because he had been an old friend of yours before his status of Overlord was taken from him by none other than Alastor. He was also given a plus one, though he usually never brought anyone extra. Sir Pentious was a candidate, but ultimately scrapped from your list of invites as you felt he was too childish.

The gala was tonight and everything was going smoothly. Preparations were almost done, the foyer was spotless just the way you liked it, and everything seemed to be falling into place. You stared at yourself in the mirror. You had spent months designing your perfect dress for tonight. Everyone attending the gala knew there was only ever one color off limits, because you always wore it best. The color black always suited you perfectly. No one could wear it better than you.

Back at the hotel, Charlie felt guilty for using her authority as princess to have people help her get ready for this gala. Based on what Alastor had told her, there would be a lot of political powers and fellow overlords there. She wanted to look her best if she was going to pitch the hotel to them. She needed more people on board with the project, maybe someone who didn’t think it was complete and utterly ridiculous joke like Alastor did.

“How do I look?” Charlie asked as the makeup and hair artists stepped away from her. Charlie stepped out, allowing Vaggie to get a better look at her in a tailored charcoal gray suit, a departure from her usual vibrant red attire. The jacket, adorned with subtle pinstripes, accentuated her frame, while the crisp, white silk shirt underneath added a touch of formality. Completing the ensemble, she wore a black tie with a discreet pattern that hinted at both elegance and authority. The ensemble was a strategic choice, projecting confidence and a readiness to engage with the political powers present at the gala for the sake of her hotel. Vaggie smiled and hugged Charlie deeply, their embrace making Charlie feel a little less nervous about the whole ordeal.

“Charlie you look amazing. What happened to the red?” Vaggie asked, before Charlie just chuckled.

“Well, I wanted a change for tonight. I’m always in red, and I feel like they’ll take me more serious if I’m not walking in there with my usual attire. Besides, you read the invitation, ‘formal attire, look your best’.” Charlie said. Vaggie nodded, and Charlie pulled back from the hug to admire Vaggie in her dress. She was wearing a sleek and modern grey dress that gracefully embraced the formal occasion. The dress, with its tailored fit and subtle shimmer, exuded class. The knee-length hemline added a contemporary touch, and Vaggie had decided to pair it with black heels to complete the ensemble. The choice of grey complemented Charlie’s charcoal gray suit, creating a coordinated yet distinct look that would surely make an impression at the gala. Charlie felt her cheeks heat up taking in her appearance, her long hair gently pinned back, the loose pieces of hair framing her face.

“Aww, Vaggie you look so pretty!!” Charlie said excitedly. Vaggie just smiled, ignoring the way her cheeks heated up at Charlies compliment.

“I agree, you look good vagina.” Angel said mockingly, causing Vaggie to glare at him. Charlie just gushed.

“Angel be nice. This is really important for the hotel.” Charlie explained. He just nodded, tilting his head back and downing a bottle of liquor. The staff however was interrupted by Angel making a purring sound at Husk, who was dressed in a nice white suave dinner jacket, with perfect cutouts for his wings, along with some sleek black trousers and some black dress shoes. The match, he had a black silk lapel.

“I can think of another place that suit would look.” Angel said, leaning onto Husk. He rolls his eyes, bottle in hand.

“Do I even wanna know?” He asks, and Angel just grins.

“On my bedroom floo-“ Angel doesn’t get to finish, being shrugged off by Husk who just walks away with a shake of his head.

“Oh my gosh! Husk you look amazing!” Charlie squealed in delight. Husk just smiled softly before setting his drink on the bar counter.

“It appears everyone is ready.” Alastor said, the focus of the room shifting to him. Niffty was at his side studying his outfit from head to toe.

Alastor emerged in an ensemble that deviated from his usual eccentricity, opting for a more formal yet captivating look. A deep red velvet tailcoat adorned his frame, its luxurious texture catching the light. Dark-red lapels, meticulously piped with gold, added a touch of opulence. Underneath, he wore a perfectly tailored crimson dress shirt, the power emitting off of him. Suddenly, the room grew just a tad bit darker, the shadows of the room stretching just a bit. Complementing the ensemble, he chose a pair of well-fitted black dress pants, allowing the bold red hue to take center stage on his appearance. His choice of footwear shifted to polished black oxford shoes, a departure from his usual pointed-toe boots. The finishing touches of the outfit included a matching red silk bowtie, neatly knotted at his throat, and black leather gloves that added a refined edge. Alastor’s presence was commanding, radiating an air of formality while retaining the distinctive charm that defined him. The room was captivated by the Radio Demon’s unexpected transformation into a vision of refined class and style.

“You took forever for that?” Niffty said, before Angel Dust tossed a pillow at her.

“Shut it you. We, we are keeping,” Angel said, hands waving around Alastor, “to whatever this is.”

“Style.” Alastor said confidently. Vaggie just face palmed while Charlie clapped her hands together excitedly.

“Okay, I think everyone’s ready. Should we head out?” Charlie asked. Vaggie nodded, before Alastor dug the invitation out of his coat pocket. Standing near a wall, he traced the symbol on the back of the card on the wall. “Uh, Al? What are you doing?” Charlie asked. He grinned, putting his hand flat on the wall. The symbol began to glow green, before it opened a portal. On the other side, was a large house. The grand Victorian mansion stood as a testament to opulence, its imposing facade adorned with intricate wrought-iron black railings and embellished balconies with hints of chains. Tall, arched windows with stained glass panels framed the exterior, allowing glimpses of the soft glow emanating from within. The entrance, marked by a sweeping staircase, welcomed guests with ornate, carved intricate detailed doors. Charlie, Vaggie and Husk followed Alastor through the portal, Charlie waving goodbye to Niffty, and Angel. Sir Pentious was most likely hiding out in a room somewhere with his egg boys.

As guests approached, they marveled at the meticulous details of the architecture – elaborate moldings, corbels, and friezes adorned every corner. Ivy-clad walls added a touch of nature’s grace, intertwining with wrought-iron lampposts that cast a warm ambiance over the meticulously landscaped gardens.Inside, the grand foyer unfolded, revealing a sweeping staircase adorned with a rich, mahogany handrail. Crystal chandeliers hung from soaring ceilings, their light refracted by ornate mirrors that lined the walls. Plush Victorian-era furnishings, upholstered in rich fabrics, adorned the parlor rooms, creating intimate spaces for guests to gather and converse.Every room whispered of a bygone era – intricately patterned wallpaper, gilded frames displaying classical art, and the faint fragrance of aged wood and lavender.

The air was infused with a sense of refinement, transporting guests to a time when elegance reigned supreme. The Victorian mansion, a splendid backdrop for the gala, promised an evening steeped in grandeur and charm. In the middle of the exterior grounds, a grand fountain of blood took center stage. Its sculpted marble figures spouted blood into the air, catching the moonlight in a dance of liquid elegance. The fountain, surrounded by manicured gardens and flowering shrubs, became a focal point for guests as they strolled through the outdoor spaces, the gentle sound of cascading blood adding a serene touch to the gala’s errie atmosphere.

The overlords arrival made the event much more real. Alastor hums to himself as he walks around the outside grounds. There are servants of all kinds walking around with glasses of champagne. Rosie is sitting on a bench, plucking thorns off a rose. Alastor smiles to himself, happy to see a familiar face he know he can confide in.

“Rosie dear! So nice to see you.” Alastor said with a smile. She smiles at him, teeth razor sharp.

“Do you think you’ll be getting a seat tonight?” She asks, snapping the rose off its stem and tossing it to the side.

“Well of course I will. It’d be a mistake if I wasn’t.” Alastor said with a smile, crossing his legs as he sat down next to her. Sinners from all over the pride ring were socializing outside of the large mansion. He knew you were inside finalizing preparations and possibly screaming your head off. Overall, the air was chilled with a comfortable atmosphere. Well, it had been comfortable, until a loud noisy vehicle stopped at the front gates. Everyone’s heads were turning, Rosie and Alastor looking at each other with strained smiles. Stepping out of the large limousine were the three vee’s, vulgar music blaring from the vehicles speakers as the three made their way through the now open gates. Reporters lined the edges of the gates, trying desperately to see the overlords inside and to try and sneak into the gala, which was starting soon.

“Mr.Vox! Mr.Vox!” News reporters shouted. Velvet was busy taking selfies of her and her outfit, her assistant following close behind her. Valentino was busy looking down at everyone, smoking his usual, while taking his long strides next to Vox, who was in the middle of the three.

On Vox’s right was Valentino, who donned a captivating look for the gala. His tailored white suit boasted a jacket that reached just above the knee, a subtle departure from his usual floor-length coat. The crimson silk lining peeked through, adding a luxurious touch to the outfit. The coat, reminiscent of his extravagant style, also had a vivid-red hue with his signature white fur trim at the wrists. The black and white striped fur trim along the center-front added a distinctive flair. A gold chain and love-heart-shaped broach fastenings adorned the coat, creating an opulent yet alluring look. Finally, he wore polished black heeled boots, maintaining the sleek and captivating allure that defined Valentino’s presence. The familiar color scheme remained intact, blending sophistication with a hint of provocative charm for the grand gala.

On Vox’s left was Velvet, who had spent months perfecting her outfit for the gala, in hopes she’d be invited of course. She had begged the boys to keep a good public appearance, in hopes they’d be recognized and invited to the crimson gala. Velvette, deciding to ditch her usual style, embraced a lavish and over-the-top look that represented her brand. Dressed in a knee-length dress, the garment had a striking blend of black and red hues. The dress, fitted at the waist, flowed into a voluminous skirt, creating a sense of extravagance. The bodice of the dress featured intricate lace detailing. A white collar adorned with a velvet bow added a playful yet mature flair. The sleeves, a fusion of burgundy and white patterns, contributed to the overall lavish aesthetic she had been going for. Her accessories took on a more refined form. Velvet gloves, adorned with delicate lace, graced her hands, and a pearl necklace adorned her neck, adding a classic touch, completed with maroon heels, each step resonating with a sense of grandeur. Velvet’s transformation into this upscale attire reflected her desire to make a statement at the Crimson Gala.

In the middle, and the brains of the three vee’s, was none other than the head of Vox Tech, Vox himself. He wore a sleek and modern dark blue tuxedo, tailored with precision. Of course he could only have the best. The suit featured subtle futuristic patterns that enhanced his ‘perfect’ sense of style. To complement his high-tech vibe, Vox wore a light blue undershirt with an upside-down broadcast symbol. Vox's gala attire seamlessly blended power and control with his technological edge, creating a memorable look in shades of dark blue, which in his opinion, was the best color.

Upon seeing Alastor, Vox’s eye twitched noticeably. The gates shut behind the three vee’s, closing off the gala to the public. The overlords begin to get closer together unknowingly, Zestial finding a comfortable corner to watch things play out. Carmilla and Zeezie stand close together, whispering to one another as both Rosie and Alastor stand from the bench. Vox, Valentino and Velvet make their way to the Radio Demon and his colleagues.

“I see the grandpa’s were invited.” Velvet says with a scoff, scrolling through her phone.

“So disrespectful.” Carmilla says under her breath, looking away from the three vee’s.

“Hm, interesting, and I was beginning to think the only interesting thing tonight would be the dinner.” Bethesda said, her brother nodding.

“Well, it seems the children brought their play date to the public then.” Zeezie says. The other overlords laugh and Valentino sneers at her.

“Well an idiota like you would think so. Then again, don’t you all do the same with your diapers?” He asked, puffing the smoke into her face. She growls at him, fists clenching at her side, but Carmilla stops her.

“Didn’t they say this was an adult only gala?” Carmilla asked, Rosie chuckling at her words.

“Oh can it grandma.” Velvete said. But Vox remained silent, having his own personal staring match with Alastor, whose smile was stretched ear to ear, teeth on full display.

“I thought this gala was meant for real talent?” Vox asked, stepping closer to Alastor.

“Well it was until you showed up.” Alastor said with a smile. “There’s no originality in copying someone else.” He tuts. Vox narrows his eyes, face twisting with anger as he steps closer to Alastor again.

“You wanna tell me something, you old piece of-“ Vox is stopped, the lights to the exterior of the mansion dimming. The lights behind the large front doors opening slowly. Two tall black shadowy figures stepped from the door, smoke at their feet.

“Thank you all for your attendance. As we know, the annual Crimson Gala is held every year, and this year is no different. With the new extermination date, important decisions must be made. Tonight, ten individuals will be selected to sit at Madame’s table where she will discuss private plans on how to move forward.” The two said in unison. Everyone fell silent as more shadows appeared, each one sitting on the sides of the steps. Lights around the staircases began to light up, and people began making their way up the stairs.

“Well~ this should be fun.”

[michaela-o]

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I love reading dark fan-fiction about humans being abused and used by evil Cybertronians to whatever purpose they seem fit to put them into. Might be kinda weird but inspired me to do this so :3

Also im sorry for dissapearing for a while but i recently got a job and im trying to enjoy life😌❤️ but i still browse tumblr everyday i just dont have many things to post❤️ but if anyone ever needs me im always here🥹❤️

[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.

[starryeyeddreamer21]

I love when radioapple is toxic

I mean that's a serial killer and the literal devil from the Bible. They are NOT sane they are so far from sane that insane doesn't even begin to describe them anymore. I just want them to be crazy and even crazier in love.

I want their love to hurt them and everyone around them but they just can't live without each other. I want them to be obsessed with each other.

I want their love to be the thing that kills them

[a-998h]

Steely Secrets

Reader's POV

Well, it's been about a week since Sir Pentious got his character development. Charlie is bouncing off the walls with energy. She, with the help of Vaggie, Razzle, and Dazzle, is putting up a banner to commemorate Sir Pentious's first full week and agreement to stay at the hotel. I really wanted to say something about how the guy has full redeemed himself, but I also don't want to hurt Charlie's feels. Thankful, Vaggie lows Charlie's expectations for me.

"Um... Pentious was just trying to take over the city with his werid steampunk bullshit a few days ago," Vaggie tells Charlie.

Charlie tries to calm Vaggie down, saying she hasn't seen him do any of that at the hotel. I'll give Charlie that, this Sir Pentious guy hasn't tried to destroy us or the hotel. Just as that thought leave my head, Sir Pentious slithers in, with a steampunk cannon/excessively large machine gun with some egg bois riding on top over it. Vaggie demands to know what Sir Pentious is up to, while I'm starting to reconsider my stance on the guy.

"Oh, hello purple female," Sir Pentious greets with a tip of his sentient.

He goes on about how he invent something called the "Skin Flyer 11,000" and how he's looking forward to shooting everyone else, that isn't Charlie, in the hotel. Ok, this guy is a major league cuckoo clock and I should probably keep as much distance from him as possible.

"What? Why?" Charlie asks in concern, once she's fully off that ladder.

I step behind Vaggie cause I'm now genuinely concerned this guy might shoot someone. The three of us here his reasoning for the new steampunk weapon.

"Everyone is being too nice. Obviously, it must be a lie. I can sense they are planning to kill me, but when? How? I must be prepared!"

I facepalm so hard it probably left a mark on my skull. I get this is Hell, and it makes being that paranoid in a place where the biggest threat is a "strawberry pimp" as Angel likes to call him, who could probably kill us all. But, Alastor keeps his distance from Sir Pentious and no one else has done anything to make him this high strung.

Before anyone of us can say anything, Sir Pentious grows excited, saying that the new parts for this Skin Flyer 11,000 thing have just arrived. Following his gaze, I see two women walk in, one has fluffy looking white hair, black horns, and red and white eyes, is pushing a cart that has crates piled on top of it. When Sir Pentious walks over to the pair, the woman dressed like a scientist, with the strange eyes as the one pushing the cart, hands him a clipboard and pen.

"Thank you for your business. Enjoy your Carmine purchase," scientist lady says and her and her delivery partner go to leave.

As the pass by, I see them both stare at me, with the scientist lady writing something down in a notebook. It feels werid being stared at by these two strangers. But, as quickly as they started to stare, they continued on their way. That unnerved me a bit, but that gets pushed aside as I see Vaggie tearing into Sir Pentious about something.

"Carmine, as in Carmilla Carmine? you are buying parts from an overlord?" Vaggie asks, sounding very annoyed.

Sir Pentious responds by saying that this Carmilla lady is the top weapons dealer in Hell. I sit there like an idiot because, I didn't know Hell had overlord or what that even means. I look at Vaggie, and she looks at me.

"Hey, Vaggie, what's an overlod?" I ask her.

Vaggie pauses for a moment, almost as if searching for the right words to explain something complex to a small child.

"Um... Overlords are powerful demons that control parts of the city here in Pride, with Alastor being a very powerful one," she explains.

My brain freezes. This whole time I thought Alastor was some werid demon guy, which he is, but he's one of the most powerful demons in hotel, behind Charlie. I'm back to square one in trust because I'm now scared that Alastor might annihilate me just for giving him a werid look!

Vaggie goes onto explain to Sir Pentious that we are not trying to kill him, and that "people are being nice because they want you to feel welcome". Sir Pentious ducks behind his invention and watches as Husk and Angel flip him off and Niffty gives that ever creepy smile and sinister little giggle as she's dusting the pool table.

"I have my doubts," he says, still ducked behind his invention.

Vaggie tells him that yes, we're trying to be nice to him and that he has to trust us. He responds with a "but I don't". Charlie says that trust can be the theme of today's summer camp like activities, and Vaggie agrees but say ground rules must be set. The new ground rules for Sir Pentious are

No more building weapons

No more plotting against the other hotel guests

And 3. No more egg bois

I was kind of upset at that last one, cause I find the egg bois adorably dumb. As Vaggie says the last rule, the two messing around with something akin to a laser pointer pushes a button which leads to a burn hole in the ceiling/second floor. Vaggie scold Sir Pentious, while he is on the ground holding the egg bois close and begging to keep them.

"Do you want to stay are redeem yourself?" Vaggie asks him

"Yes?" He answers, a clear uncertainty in his voice.

Vaggie says that means he'll have to get rid of the egg bois. Sir Pentious sighs, and in a very dramatic fashion, tells the egg bois to go. They salute him and follow his order and follow Vaggie. As soon as Vaggie and eggs are out of the room, Sir Pentious and his hat start balling. Me and Charlie give him awkward yet comforting pats on the back.

Alastor's POV

The other residents have been as rambunctious and annoying as ever this morning. I've prepared a delightful breakfast of venison of myself. I had thougth about inviting mon petit ange to breakfast with me, but from the looks of it they don't appear to enjoy venison. Well, once I have them they'll have to get used to the taste, or maybe I'll have to breakout mama's old cookbook to satisfy their youthful appetite. Well, I can't dwell on what could have been, instead I should focus on what has happened. I have barley started my breakfast when Vaggatha shouts my name from the hallway.

"Do you mind, I'm was in the middle of breakfast?" I ask her.

She explains how the egg creatures of Sir Pentious's are being a nuisance, and how she wants me to get rid of them. My smile grows as I think about all the ways I could dispose of the pest, but Vaggatha ruins that be saying I must "humanely" dispose of the egg creatures. I "joke" about how humanely is not as much fun, but tell her I'd be able to take care of it on my outing today. She gives me her "approval" and I walk out of the door with the egg creatures in tow.

Reader's POV

Everyone, but Alastor and the egg bois, in the parlor of the hotel. Charlie takes center stage, and explains to us what's going to happen today. Charlie thanks us all for coming, like we have much of a choice.

"It's been brought to our attention that there may be a little... tension in the hotel," Charlie says as Vaggie walks behind her.

"Tension that can be counterproductive to what we're trying to do here," Vaggie says as she snatches a small ray gun Sir Pentious had aimed at Niffty, who he had grabbed with his tail.

As Vaggie walks back next to Charlie, Charlie says that she thinks we could benefit from... trust exercises. This is said as both her and Vaggie jump into the air in from of a stage, but only Charlie lands on her feet. Charlie pulls Vaggie up and restates that we'll be doing trust exercises.

"So, what's with the whole, uhhh... This?" Husk says, gesturing the stage.

Husk says something about not putting on a show for us, I don't blame him, and Angel saying he will but that he only takes cash up front and it has to be after my bedtime. Angel then points at Sir Pentious, saying that he can't afford him. Sir Pentious and his 19th century values are disgusted by the idea, and Vaggie cuts in so we can start the activity. Charlie passes on the leadership role to Vaggie, who after some nervousness, goes into military mode.

"All right, we are starting with trust falls." Vaggie says in a drill Sargent voice.

While getting in Husk's face, she explains how we'll share something valuable with the group, then fall backwards and hope that everyone else will catch us. This does not sound like fun in any form, but I don't have a good way of escaping this. It starts off with Charlie, being sentimental as always, then Angel who says something as Charlie covers my ears with her hands. After Husk drops Angel on the floor, Sir Pentious gets on stage and with a dramatic flourish, says that he can't live without his eggs and tells us not to catch him. We all do, cause not catching him would defeat the whole purpose, and I hear a slightly muttered "damn it". Now, it's my turn, walking on to the stage I take a deep breath.

"I... I never met my mother," I tell the group.

A silence is heard as I close my eyes and fall backwards. Thae silence is broken by the grunts on the group catching me. I get put down, and Charlie gives me a tight hug.

"You poor little rose, that must've been awful," she says.

I tell her I'm over it, mostly so she doesn't kill me again with a hug of death, but she shushed me, saying it's ok for me to express my true feelings. I stand there, being squashed and confused before Charlie let's go and Niffty walks on stage. I'm kind of worried about what she'll be willing to share, who knows she might admit to murder.

"Sometimes, I kill mother bugs in front of their children as a earning to others," she shares.

We all stand there scared, and when Niffty leaps off that stage no one catches her and she lands on her face. She laughs and cheers, repeatedly jumping and landing on the floor with her crazy laugh. Vaggie and Charlie walk off somewhere as the rest of us just watch Niffty jump off the stage over and over again with looks of concern and fear on our faces.

***

Alastor's POV

As I stop myself from crushing those egg creatures, while enjoying a reunion with Zestial, my thougth wander back to mon petit ange. The child still has some adjusting to do, and it is clear they don't know about the power they possess. If I can't get them under my wing, not only would that give Hell and new overlord, but it could get me closer to freeing myself. Though, the child is quite adorable despite being rebellious, but that is to be expected of a teenager. They'd make a wonderful overlord, under my wing of course.

Once the meeting begins, the girl who works with Vox kicks the door in and hijacks the meeting, revealing the head of an exorcist.

"Also, we've got photo evidence that there's an angel in Hell," she declares.

She uses her small picture box and shows an image of the hotel's exterior, and... mon petit ange. I have to contain my composure, but it's hard when I want to snap that woman's neck here and now. Rosie and Zestial look at me, they both seem to know I have some relation to this. As she prattles on, I sit there silently. I thought the angelic features were reflecting a relationship with religion, but being angelic in some aspect should have been my first guess. Well, now I have an excuse for when I pull mon petit ange under my wing, right where they belong.

*Respectless timeskip*

I send one of those little egg creatures to follow Carmilla and Zestial as they depart to another room. As I wait, I wonder what mon petit ange is doing. Maybe they were helping Niffty keep the hotel clean, maybe they were sleeping, or maybe they were having fun with Charlie? Now, I just have to wait for when the egg creature brings me useful information.

Reader's POV

I want to leave. Vaggie told us Angel had an idea for a bonding activity, and I feel like Arnold from the Magic School Bus hoping for a normal field trip. Looking around I see things my eyes should only see through a computer screen late at night. The whole place smells like cologne, latex, metal, and sweat. I try to keep my eyes on the floor using my wings as a barrier from everything happening around me. Vaggie has a tight grip on my shoulder, with Charlie covering my ears as best she can.

Husk is getting a massage, before Niffty makes things weirder, and Charlie keeps getting stared at. I just want to home. I look at Vaggie, her reassuring Charlie that she'll be able to handle the task of running to days activities. She turns her back in thought, and I go to reach out to her.

"I just need to teach them, the way I was taught," I hear hear say.

Im confused, because one minute were in a BDSM club, and the next we're in an active war zone part of the city. Looking over the edge, I see demon fighting each other and I hear a distant explosion. I look at Vaggie, wondering what the hell she went through to see this as a way to trust people.

She turns to us, saying that today we become men. I see Husk starting to sneak away as Vaggie picks up Sir Pentious and throws him off the roof and follow him.

"D-don't you even think about it!" I hear Angel beg before hearing him screams as Vaggie probly also throws him off the roof.

By then, I'm with Husk, on the ground and not thrown from a roof. After minutes of waiting, a tired Angel, Sir Pentious, and a sad looking Charlie walk by, Charlie telling us we're going home. I walk next to Charlie, trying to make her feel better.

*One Muiscal Number Later*

Sitting in the parlor with everyone else, we share the mayhem we experienced today. Seeing everyone laugh felt nice, and this felt like the evenings me and my dad shared. As the story sharing continues, we hear a door open. Looking over my shoulder, Alastor waves at me. I wave back, knowing how big he is on manners with me.

"Alastor, failed to get rid of the eggs I see?" Vaggie says.

"Well, the little monsters proved to be quite useful," Alastor tells her.

Vaggie tells him to give the egg bois back to Sir Pentious, who tears up at the news. Once Vaggie gives the go ahead, Sir Pentious runs and hugs his egg bois, before ordering them to clean his room this instant. As they walk away, Alastor takes a spot next to me.

"How was your day, petit ange?" He asks.

I tell him everything we did while he was gone, and then I ask him what he did all day. He pats my head, telling I shouldn't worry about his business. He continues on hiw way, using his staff to point at the clock, asking me if I had dinner. Shaking me head, Niffty runs into the kitchen and I smell something good. Just as soon as she ran into the kitchen, she runs back out with a plate of Chicken and Gravy, along with a side of green beans amandine. It all looks and smells delicious.

"Thank you, Niffty," I tell her.

"Of course, anything for my little Sparky," she says before running back to her seat.

The nickname confused me, but I was to hungry to care. As I eat, I feel Niffty's single beady eye staring at me the whole time. It's creepy, but everything about Niffty is so damn creepy. The moment I sat I'm full, Niffty runs over and takes the plate.

"Want any dessert, Sparky?" She asks.

Before I can answer, Alastor cuts in and tells her that I shouldn't have too much sugar. Niffty nods and runs off with the plates in hand. I glare at Alastor, pissed at him robbing me of sugar. He walks away, wishing us all a good night.

After Charlie makes me go to bed, I finally sleep calmly, no nightmares the hotel, no strange ladies, just a blissful mess of dreams.

[yandere-wishes]

I'm literally so obsessed with "Player Of Games" by Grimes!! Like EXCUSE ME!! The yandere vibes and dark romance is so tangible😍😍. The Knight is so HOT and grimes's outfit and vibes are everything!! IM SO OBSESSED WITH THIS VIDEO!! I NEED TO WRITE ABOUT IT!!💜🩷💜🩷

[circeyoru]

I'M BACK!! SORTA

I WANNA KNOW IF THE READER (UNWANTED SOUL) WILL DO THE LITTLE DANCE OF WOTAKOI OR THE POKEMON DANCE (ITS SOO CUTE AND ITS GETTING IN MY HEAD IN REPEAT)

BTW LOVE THE NEW SERIES I CAN'T HELP BUT IMAGINE MORE OF IT NOW HUHU

- 💜

The ask for {Unwanted Soul} and referencing {Collection of Overlords}, check MASTERLIST for the work

Thanks for supporting the new series!

And welcome back.

For the Dance of Wotakoi: I see Reader/you watching the anime and wanted to try it out. You'll most likely get Alastor to do it with you as a partner. But you need to learn Alastor and help him with the hand gestures. He seriously doesn't mind since you'd be moving his fingers around to properly show him how it's done and all. Plus the dance is like a couple pairing, right? He's definitely in on it. TEACH HIM!!

For the Pokemon Dance: I see you doing it in private and Alastor happen upon it. He'll forget that he wasn't supposed to stare and clap his hands loudly while praising your cute moves, even asking for an encore! You, being embarrassed, shut the room door in his face and yell at him with a beat-red face. Alastor still praises you for rewarding him with such a sight. Yeah... Not helping him...

[the-blind-geisha]

If you want… (´･ω･`) could I make a request, and it’s no problem if you don’t want to!

Where a Human-Player!MC was playing the game one day & either as a friend or a special event was able to somehow run into Demiurge, Ulbert somehow took him to a special game event that allowed NPCs. Which somehow leads to Demi getting a crush on them and he somehow gets them stuck in the game permanently to be with him…?

A/N: Sorry this took an eternity for me to get to! I'd be happy to do that! ♥

The NPCs were very rarely ever allowed to journey with their Creators outside of Nazarick or being summoned into dungeons and raids. But once Yggdrasil introduced a new event that would even place NPCs for quests at heteromorphic and humanoid areas for a celebration, the guilds realized their own self-created NPCs could join as well.

There were very few events that allowed a cease fire between both sides, but this was one of those events.

It happened twice a year, and that was it.

Regardless... even as an NPC, Demiurge remembered her.

She was a human, but she was the one human in that world that he could recall ever flattering him and his Creator. In the past, he would have preferred to destroy any and everybody that didn't align with Nazarick, but she was spared his aggressive gaze.

“Oh, I guess your Creator isn't here today, is he, Demiurge?”

He couldn't answer back then. He was just code running with limited abilities in which he could say or do anything. Even his 'speech' was limited to hurt and triumphant noises. With her standing close to him, he merely shifted his head from side to side to show the code HeroHero implemented inside of him.

Walking up to him, she used the /embrace emote to hug his character. The devil responded in kind, as most NPCs could react to a few simple emotes players did around them.

“I won this, by the way.” She dug into her inventory to pull out a flame lily. It was a beautiful flower with petals that reached upwards like a roaring flame, a dazzling yellow and red with orange at the center. “I thought you might like it.”

With the trade offered, the NPC went through the actions it was allowed to do in accepting the trade with someone that was deemed a friend under his list.

“There you go. Maybe now you can feel a bit better, huh?”

With such an item bequeathed to him, Demiurge placed his hand on his chest and bowed.

She gave a funny look. “Huh.. didn't know you could do that without someone telling you to or someone bowing in return...?”

When she said such a thing, the generated NPC's mind began to race.

I did, didn't I...?

¿I ʇ,upᴉp 'pᴉp I

“Well, I better get going,” she insisted.

Using the /blowkiss emote, she watched as Demiurge responded by acting bashful. Though the reaction felt delayed almost... Maybe it was just her imagination. Could be lag.

“Bye! I'll see you next year!”

The eyes opened, crystals glistening off of the light about him. He looked to his hands and turned them over to look at his palms.

For once, the devil was able to move his hands without someone making an action command on his behalf. There was something that was ordering him to go back to being rigid, following a code that remained embedded in his core being. But he did everything to fight that.

I can't let this cease... I have to do something... Demiurge thought frantically, reaching back into his inventory to pull out the flame lily to clip it upon his chest.

Sadly, he was snapped back to an idle pose he was often forced within.

It would take some doing to fight this invisible string that had a hold on him. But no matter what, he would do it. He would see himself freed of whatever was controlling him without even his Creator being nearby.

As the years of the celebration continued, fewer and fewer people arrived to attend. The joys of the gaming world were slowly starting to dwindle till merely NPCs roamed the gaming world with a few player characters.

But that didn't stop the archdevil from attending.

Demiurge waited as he usually did, but this time, he was alone. None of the guild members of Ainz Ooal Gown was there to stand at his side.

Admittedly, he was anxious. What if she wouldn't come? He had sent an email to her, addressing it cryptically. Who would truly come into a video game world if an NPC sent you mail? After all his time of fiddling with the game world data, he knew she would think it a bot or someone trying to trick her.

He had to be vague, but write to her as though he were human.

“So few people here but they said to meet them...!” Her words trailed off when she noticed the only one at Muspelheim's gathering point for the festival. “D-Demiurge...? How in the world did you get here by yourself?!”

She came closer, keeping a curious eye about. She didn't wish to feel tricked by this.

Demiurge didn't have the voice box to speak properly. Instead he used an emote of /hi for greeting before sending a text for her to read.

𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒. 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉. 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒… 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝒹𝑒 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒, 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉.

“Who is writing this? It can't be you...” Her words trailed off, feeling a ping of uncertainty. “...can it?”

Demiurge opened the text box once more to type yet again.

𝐼𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝒟𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓊𝓇𝑔𝑒. 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝑒... 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓈𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓎. 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒?

This was getting a bit creepy. Never would she have imagined an NPC would become... real. There was always talks of 'ghosts in the machine' that could go rogue. Was this one of those moments?

Before she could even hope to log out, something seemed to prevent her from doing so.

“What is happening...? How come the logout button is grayed out?”

Demiurge gave a curious frown of concern.

𝒪𝒽, 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉? 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝑜𝒹𝒹. 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝒟𝑀 𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒?

“Oh, umm, that would be very nice of you.” It actually was, maybe she was overthinking it a bit. Maybe being alone for so long, she mistook his words as being weird. Just cool it, she thought to herself. He never was mean to you before. He was always very nice as an NPC.

Before she could even wait for a response, the screen went black. The connection to the game felt like it flat-lined.

Demiurge walked over towards her body, arms behind his back. Opening his mouth, he tried to form words for a moment.

“Mm.. the...re... There...” He knelt down, resting his hand on her back. “It's you and me now, my dear. Now we can be together in this world of paradise... forever.”

[weebsinstash]

not to be Valentinoposting again because I'm sure most of you are tired of hearing about this nasty moth man but I was on YouTube and came across a video and like, since Hazbin has been online for so long but is only in its now-finished production recently, a lot of actual canon show lore has been given over livestreams and such, and it can be easy to miss, but--

The whole 'sinners not being able to die unless by an angelic weapon or special circumstances' thing? Can you only imagine how miserable that could be? I mean yeah, it makes sense, Hell is supposed to be a punishment, there are canon implications that Heaven and the angels are actually super rigged and fucked up and that "most" humans go to Hell anyways, but like, for it to be canon that you're stuck there suffering forever?

Reader is in Hell because they killed themself or something and then finally loses it and tries again and realizes "oh god I'm fucking stuck?" and I can only imagine the ensuing depression and panic from that realization

But can you imagine how being under Valentino's thumb makes this so much fucking worse though 😩 you're forever stuck at whatever age you died at and you can't overdose or anything so you're basically forever young and cute for him to play with. Can you imagine just being at your wits end and downing a bottle of sleeping pills and leaving a note behind and you just, pop back up again to see your employer standing there with your note crumpled up in his hands, absolutely furious because, he knows you were fine (besides whatever awful effects the resurrection and the overdose has) but it's the fact you tried to 'run away from him', that he was sitting here maybe catching some feelings for you and you've 'betrayed' him, that you were going to LEAVE

But I mentioned before how he would get super mad if he found out Reader has another job but like, really, could you imagine, going to serve him a drink and everything is fine and suddenly he grabs your wrist "what the fuck is this" because your hands are calloused and cracking and you've got little scratches and cuts. But even more than that, imagine a scenario where you're not even doing anything wrong, and you're out on the town with Angel one day and you're waiting outside a store getting some fresh air when someone behind you asks "you Val's girl?" And when you turn around to answer, BAM, you're getting jumped by multiple guys who absolutely beat your ass, and before Angel can come and rescue you, you're being grabbed by your hair "tell your boss Big Donny says to actually fucking show up for the meeting next time" or some shit like that. You're the unlucky little messenger caught between Valentino and another gangster's dispute, and fast forward to you having no choice but to go up to Valentino in sniffles to give him his message and he just looks furious and you're worried he's going to blame you when he just grabs your chin and starts examining your face and growling about all of this could SCAR. Don't these punks know how hard he's working to keep you in mint condition?

I can also see that if one of those punks happened to, say, knock one of your teeth out, that eventually you find yourself being dragged along to a dentist and before you really know what's happening, you have that same iconic gold cap that both Valentino and Angel sport, and you just know from then on that a certain Overlord all but wants to put you on a keychain and carry you around because, not only does he need to make sure you stay bruise and blemish free, not getting yourself up to any potential bullshit, or worse, cheating on him, but also because, now, every time you look at him and flash a smile or give a little laugh, there's that tooth, a roundabout mark of his ownership, sitting there anchored in your mouth, forever

[overlordxreaderheadcannonask]

Yandere! Naberal X Male reader

Yandere! Naberal

For Jackfruit on Reddit.

At first, she hated you.An insect to her but…How were you so…hot then?An useless human couldn't be like this!Maybe…you weren't a human!Of course! You were a relative of a supreme being!And she couldn't lose another…One day you woke up tied up in a bed with her cuddling you.“Ah, Y/N sama. You are finally awake my beloved.”“You're already home. Have you yet forgotten how wonderful Nazarick is?”Eventually you got a little bit more freedom, after you promised never to leave Nazarick…again.She waited on you hand and foot, bringing you items from her adventures as Nabe.“I love you Y/N…please don't leave again.”

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

A Present For You | Overlord

“Well there’s some holidays the Supreme Beings celebrate where we give each other presents. So, I got you a present!”

Aura

“(Y/n)-sama!! Thank you so much! I can’t wait to put it to use!”

You gave her an egg that would one day birth into an insanely overpowered version of your favorite mythical creature

She’s so excited to have received a gift from you

A Supreme one!

She’s going to excitedly command them around whenever she gets the chance

She’s so touched you thought of what creature would be the perfect addition to her collection

It's so powerful just like you

She’s so honored!!

Whenever she can’t find you she’ll cuddle up next to it and think of you

“Oh (Y/n)-sama really is the best. I’m never letting them down.”

Mare

“W-what i-is it? Th-this is-!Th-thank you so much (Y/n)-sama I’ll treasure it always.”

You gave him a magical item that would change the clothes of the opposite gender

Specifically embarrassing changes

Granted there were some advantages that would heighten their hysteria and screw-up their movements but that wasn’t the main point

Whether you watched the anime or you and Ainz were telepathically giggling about it you figured you might as well

He loveloveloves it so much 

He can’t wait to use it right away and if he’s feeling pumped up enough they’ll ask to spar with one of the floor guardians just so he can try it out

He enjoys this with Aura, as he does with her gift 

But he’s still so grateful

“T-thank y-you, (Y/n)-sama! I’ll tell you all about my results!” 

Cocyutus

“(Y/n)-sama! I’m beyond honored!”

You got him a double sword that spins at the click of a button 

You figured any other magical item would be a stab at his pride as a warrior so you cot this for him

He is practicing with it all the time

Almost always switching it out with his staff

And he happily puffs when anyone ever asks about his latest weapon

“It was a gift of the great (Y/n)-sama! It will be an honor to die by this blade!”

Demiurge

“(Y/n)-sama you continue to amaze me with your power and wisdom! Thank you!”

You gifted him an item you dubbed the War Eye

A magical Eyeglass that allows you to measure the importance and power on a battlefront 

You implemented a time limit as Ainz suggested so it wasn’t something he could use all the time 

But nonetheless he was grateful that you too recognized him as the ultimate strategist 

He happily brags about your gift to the other floor guardians

Actively he uses it to succeed if the time limit allows

He’ll try not to show how much his tail is wagging when he recalls how you gave it to him

“Yes! Even (Y/n)-sama has prepared for our goals and has given me the tools to maintain victory!”

Shaltear Bloodfallen

“Ah~! A gift? For me, (Y/n)-sama!?”

You got her a magical item that can store blood and either be fed on or used as a weapon

It resembles a heart on a chain 

she’s incredibly flattered

She’s definitely teasing Albedo about it

Happily showing off your gift to her as a sign that you care for her most

“It’s like they gave me their heart already! No need to be so jealous, Albedo!”

Sebas

“For me but (Y/n)-sama I’m nothing but your servant? If it would please you most…then I will accept it.”

You really have to fight him on this one he’s just so subservient he outright doesn’t believe he deserves such a thing

But when he does finally take it you gave him a magically imbued wrist watch

With the power to replay the next five hours

He’s so honored that you even thought of him 

He’s so happy he can casually wear it with his typical attire

And if you watch hard enough he’s rubbing it with a ghost of a smile on his face

“I will forever be grateful for this gift, (Y/n)-sama.”

Albedo

“Ahh~(Y/N)-sama! You thought of me! I can hardly contain myself!” 

You probably got her a locket that can manifest a spear

Even without the spear part she’s reeling with ecstasy at the gift

You probably had a harder time finding a gift for her

Considering she already makes body pillows, stuffies,

as well as sniffing obsessively at both you and Ainz’ sheets 

So your happy she’s so excited for it

Nonetheless she’s wearing it all the time

Palming it with a blush on her face while she carries out her missions

“Oh Darling (Y/n)-sama is so kind! I devote my all to (Y/n) and Ainz-sama!”

[michaela-o]

My ipad charger broke so this is all i could finish.

Anyways here's 2 versions of Overlord nobody asked for (๑ơ ᴗ ơ)✧*

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Demon King Headcanons

You have accepted the Demon King’s marriage proposal!

I wasn't planning on writing a second part, but some of you gave me ideas and I decided on short headcanons instead. The image of a big, buff, evil Overlord lovingly doing house chores for their human was too tempting.

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance

[Main Story]

The proposal, as you quickly found out, came as a surprise to everyone. Not even the King’s loyal butler knew of such intentions; he’d assumed they were finally going to destroy everything and everyone at once. To him, the dramatic scene of you and his Lord enveloped in flames was anything but a romantic confession. It was your final battle. So one might imagine the poor lizard’s confusion when the Demon King returned with you following behind. “S-sir?” He questioned meekly. The armored creature nodded at his servant. “It has been done. We’ll plan the wedding upon our arrival home.” The what? His baffled expression must’ve given him away, because the Demon continued: “What’re you gawking like that for? Didn’t I ask you earlier how humans forge a bond?” The butler stumbled to search for his words, swallowing dryly. “Well y-yes, your Majesty…I just didn’t expect it to be anything more than curiosity.”

The same speechless reaction repeated itself all the way to the Kingdom. Soldiers, diplomats, other monstrous entities of the unknown Land, they all greeted you in disbelief. So much, in fact, that you began to poke fun at their hesitant response: “I am his mortal enemy”, you’d announce with a dramatic bow. “Spouse! We talked about this!” the Demon Lord would quickly correct you, flustered.

Truth be told, you're not quite sure what made you accept this ridiculous offer. Perhaps a mixture of intrigue and disillusionment. The city you've dedicated yourself to stood no longer, burnt to a crisp along with its corruption and crookery. In a way, the monster had unshackled you from a responsibility you no longer wanted to bear. And if that wasn't enough to convince you, well, the sight of the Ruler himself kneeling before you certainly sealed the deal.

Although it may take a while for you to accept the idea that your worst adversary had actually been infatuated with you this entire time. Were there even any hints? During your last battle you nearly died. You'd crawled out of an enormous crater on your fours, bones shattered and ligaments torn. When you pointed this out to your groom-to-be, he stared at you in horror. "I had no idea humans were that fragile. I was trying to adjust my strength so as to not do any harm." You could only nod, patting away the sweat beads forming on your forehead. Uh huh. Maybe it's better you didn't experience his full range of attacks.

Ever since the devastating revelation, he's been extra careful when handling you. Sometimes he'll awkwardly hover his large hands above you, with a concentrated frown on his face. "What the hell are you doing?" you ask, eyeing him suspiciously. "I'm trying to be gentle." he'll answer. "You're not even touching me." Fair point, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

The Demon King will often ask you about customs from your world as a way to make you comfortable, just in case you get struck by the occasional homesickness. His Realm is very different from what you're used to, after all. Lamentably, his own years spent in the human world were not too fruitful from a cultural point of view. He was either busy stalking you or devouring the souls of the innocent. Now that he has nothing else to worry about, he will gladly listen and even do his best to actively participate.

You wake up shrouded in thick smoke. Overwhelmed by heavy déjà vu, you rush down the grand stairs, searching for the source of the fire. Are you being attacked? Enemies of the Demon King? You elbow yourself against the kitchen door, similar to when you left your home to find the city ablaze. The Demon Lord turns to face you, visibly overwhelmed and exhausted. You gawk at the scene unfolding before you and remember to close your mouth, mainly out of politeness. "It's too small. I'm afraid I cannot use it", he reveals timidly, holding a human spatula between his fingers to showcase the impractical size difference. You glance at the disastrous attempt behind him and manage to deduce he'd been trying to make breakfast. In an unspoken agreement, he steps back and allows you to take over.

"I'm surprised you let him burn down the kitchen", you mention to the butler once you get a moment to yourself. The scaly servant sighs, and theatrically lifts his clawed hands in hopelessness. "Pointless to argue with him when he's like this, (Y/N). In my entire life serving the Family, I've never witnessed a more stubborn leader." He points to the lavish portraits adorning the walls with a faint smile. "And, to put it frankly, he's obsessed with you. I've never seen him in a more deplorable state. Marrying a human?! The shame, the outrage!” he cries out. “No offense intended to you, of course. You must understand." You hum in agreement, a tad uncomfortable, yet sympathetic. "M-maybe it'll tone down after the wedding?" you suggest as encouragement. "Oh, no, I suspect it will only get worse", he bemoans in return. Then, he promptly straightens his back and resumes his duties.

You go on your own way, not wanting to burden the lizard in his work. As you cross the hallway, you find the Demon King himself scanning each room, somewhat agitated. He notices you and his features soften. "I was wondering where you'd vanished." You approach him with the words of the butler still ringing in your ears.

[circeyoru]

Hello! I was wondering something about both of your series! (Which are absolutely wonderful btw!)

Unwantedsouls- How long did the reader work for lucifer? I don't remember it being said but if it was i'm sorry :)

Collection of overlords - Is the reader a form of Asexual or a form of it like alastor is cannonly? Im asking because i see a couple of interesting similarities between alastor and readers reaction to certain things.

(I absolutely love your writing and really hope you are well, :) . )

This is for {Unwanted Soul} and {Collection of Overlords}, check MASTERLIST for the work

Thank you for your words~!

Okay, a question for each of the series.

{Unwanted Soul} : How long did the reader work for lucifer?

I'd say long enough for Reader's/your power to develop to what you have in part 1 when you saved and healed Alastor. It's a good 8-10 years? Then you left and went to an apartment fully provided and arranged by Lucifer as a goodbye gift and thanks for your hard work over the years. There's like another 8-9 years until you found Alastor and then everything happens in the present timeline. There's a good while of you being in Hell already that you know what to expect.

{Collection of Overlords} : Is the reader a form of Asexual or a form of it like alastor is cannonly?

This has been answered here. To add on. I'm not sure what similarities you're implying. I designed Reader/you to be a more neutral character and that would somewhat be explained in the later parts. I already saw an ask that hit the nail way too hard because what they suggested was already in the works. I guess until I'm made aware of what those similarities are, I can't explain or answer this question.

[nmakii]

Yan!Alastor with a sweet little doe reader that loves to stay close to them and is rather clingy? Cuddles are a must, light kisses on the chin, wanting to walk together with held hands, physical contact is basically their love language! 🥰 even going for his fluffy ears cause who wouldn’t?? I love your writing btw! It makes me happy whenever you have something new for us ❤️

SAY YOU’LL NEVER LEAVE ME!

— yandere!alastor x clingy!reader

— AGH!! this made me scream thank you sm i love you!!! violence warning! pure yandere fluff 😲

is in love with how clingy you are! you refuse to leave his side, and he didn’t even need to force you! alastor loves a submissive darling who’d do what he desires without asking

not to mention how innocent you are! how did such a sweet little doe such as yourself get into hell? st. peter must have been mistaken!

because of your pure nature, alastor would only want the best things for his darling! just promise him to be his forever, and the rest of hell will be in the palm of your hand.

alastor himself isn’t one for physical touch though. he doesn’t mind keeping you at his side nor does he mind the kisses, don’t get it wrong, he adores your kisses! touching his ears though may be harder to adjust to.

he hates the reminder that he is a prey animal, he himself enjoys being the predator. your gentle touch against his fluffy ears and antlers as he twitches under your touch makes him quite uncomfortable to the fact you’re touching his weakest and most sensitive spot.

eventually, he grows to accept the fact that to be yours, he must make some sort of sacrifice. and if it’s this, so be it…

although, because of your clingy behavior, it only raises his possessiveness. seeing you even talking to someone else would make his blood boil.

especially if it is someone alastor has conflict with; seeing you even be approached by lucifer or vox would make him jealous; his smile would grow strained, his murderous intent thick in the air, enough to cut with a knife.

against lucifer or fellow overlords, alastor wouldn’t act upon it. despite his huge ego, he knows better than to pick a fight with demons who are more powerful than him.

to those who are lesser than him… unfortunately, they’re not as lucky.

of course though, being the gentleman he is, he refuses to taint your soul with all the carnage and bloodshed he commits to keep you as his sweet doe.

‘LIVE ON AIR’ the neon sign in alastor’s broadcast station lit up as the speakers across pentagram city came to life. a man begging for his life, screaming as various noises were heard. one could only assume the radio demon was tearing his soul to pieces.

the sound of flesh being ripped apart was gruesome as the sinner’s bloodcurdling screams grew weaker. the sound of his corpse being hit against the walls of the station at least 40 times until alastor threw the body onto the floor.

when the man screamed no more, alastor’s voice was heard, sighing deeply, as if all his pent-up stress had just been released before joyful music started playing in the background. “good evening, sinners! take this broadcast as a reminder not to mess with what belongs to me! lest you’d like me to feast on your screams.” alastor warned before he laughed maniacally. and then he was gone once more.

after releasing all of his fury, he returned back to your shared bedroom, his cute little doe in pretty jammies he bought for you. so comfy in bed while hugging a plushie of a manically-cute red kitty, the antlers on its’ head resembling alastor’s. “alastor, what took so long?” you pouted as he began to retire in his nightwear, first taking off his bowtie.

“forgive me, my doe. there were many things to cover tonight on my radio broadcast…” he smiled, pinching your plump cheeks; so yummy and jiggly under his touch. “could i make it up to you tonight?” he smiled widely.

“ugh, then hurry up, please?!” you hit the sheets in frustration. “ahaha… just be patient, my darling.” he patted your head, getting into bed with you. turning off the lights before he wrapped his lanky arms around your waist, burying his face in your hair and leaving a trail of light kisses over your head.

the next time you’d see alastor’s broadcast station, a peculiar skeleton is pinned, adding a grotesque look to the hotel