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2023.05.28 07:44 PPPRCHN A Not-so-many-headed Problem+Panic Buttons (homemade OC fanfiction just for you!)
These are my beginner fanfictions! I tried to keep these as congruent with the portrayed personalities/actions of Overlord(tm).
The first is set sometime around the Re-Estize Kingdom destruction, while the second is set right after Pestonya and Nigredo get released from Ice Prison.
These feature Mare, Pestonya, and Cocytus mostly.
Please enjoy them!
The shadow demon whispered into Ainz' "ear" which was met with a heavy sigh. He had grown tired of this fight, his enthusiasm for the following battle was sapped- all due to a certain individuals' actions.
"I tire of this. Cocytus, do as you will."
Cocytus thumped his chest with the pride not only of being chosen by Ainz-Sama but at the incoming chance to prove his worth to his God.
"Yes! Ainz. Sama. Will. I. Be. Providing. Back. Up. For. Your. Commands?"
Ainz propped his chin on a knuckle, and with a regal wave of his hand stated his decree.
"This war is with truly worthless, as well as anything that might be here. Truly worthless creatures." A chill seeped over the ground as Cocytus and the other retainers within the splendorous tent realized- Ainz-sama was angered by the Individuals' previous actions. The chill spread through their feet and crawled up their backs, like a horrid ghost which wished to whisper sweet nothings of despair into your ear. Slowly, it retracted, yet all in the tent continued to shiver. Such was the wrath of a Supreme Being. "Except for "that individual" do as you must, this was a waste of time. Everyone you shall be placed under Cocytus' direct orders as needed- assist him as you must."
Ainz-sama leaned deeper into his fist, lost in thought and perhaps tired from having to deal with this skirmish- far beneath need to waste his time. Cocytus and the other retainers bowed and briskly left the room. Walking with pride- Cocytus was trailed by footsteps, one step of clicking heels behind him drew his notice.
Albedo, the Overseer of Nazarick gently but firmly gripped one of his arms causing him to stop in his tracks.
"I apologize for touching you, but I don't need to exp-"
Cocytus waved two of his opposite arms, opposite from Albedos' retreating grasp.
"It. Need. Not. Be. Said." Cocytus puffed out "To. Not. Only. Waste. Ainz. Samas'. Precious. Time. But. To. Also. Not. Even. Reach. The. Standards. To. Meet. His. Expectations. Is. Worthy. Of. Eradication."
The other retainers- the Floor Guardians nodded to his statement in agreement.
Shalltear piped up" Ahhh~ We don't even need to show them true despair, this will simply be an execution." With a shake of her head and an expression which read "It can't be helped."
With resolve tempered, Cocytus began his task.
The Hydra was a creature well known not only in Yggdrasil, but in the New World as well. Capable of casting not only magic of the 5th tier, but sometimes able to cast martial abilities. This was, however, entirely dependent on the luck of said hydra from birth. They could have anywhere from 7-9 heads and each could be skilled in magic or martial abilities, what it knew however was random- one could cast up to 2nd Tier but another on the same body could cast 5th tier. Its' heads would act in unison, with a "main head" being chosen by one which displayed their dominance by fighting the other heads and helped by slight telekinesis which allowed them to sense the leaders' whims.
Pelgraya-Nurm was proud of her shiny scales, which she frequently rehydrated to keep their glistening texture possibly to appear alluring to the humans. Their approval was below her, but who wouldn't appreciate praise no matter how insignificant. She shook her golden brown mane, large and fluffy she would easily be lauded by these humans as the softest cuddling partner if only she was nicer. She was not however.
Pelgraya-Nurm was different however, instead of heads it had been born with a plethora of arms. These arms, while not adept at martial kills, could cast 6th tier spells and along with improved dexterity, she could wield weapons if needed. This could be the reason she was cast out and viciously chased off by her kith and kin, probably not wanting the weakness a mutant would bring. She also had a talent, for mana, which increased her mana regen by absurd amounts the lower her mana. She was currently leading the contingent of her mercenary group which while called "The City Guard" were nothing more than thugs.
Pelgraya-Nurm had taken a name in part of jealousy of dragons (but partially from being shunned by her kin) but also to make her stand out among humans. While she easily towered over humans, however, the creatures she saw across from the battlefield shook her even now and made her feel insignifigant. She looked to her adjutant, Papaya, an elf she had bought to handle any affairs of human relations.
"Papaya" Pelgraya-Nurm muttered "What is that contingent of undead? Why have we not heard of such a thing before?"
Papaya rocked with her masters' obvious displeasure.
"I-i'm not sure. We haven't heard anything from scouts or even from the kingdom- they simply appeared P-Pelgraya-sama."
Papaya was consequently splattered across the floor, nearby soldiers, and part of the wall Pelgraya-Nurm was stationed on. Wicking off her claws with a flick of the wrist, she voiced her displeasure.
"You can all be replaced, you are nothing to me. I own you." Pelgraya-Nurm stated matter-of-factly. Simply put, this was how Hydras' and even most monsters behaved- rule of the strong. However, this was not usually the case for humanoids. They had "laws" and "good samaritism" they usually reacted negatively to being pasted onto their nearby surroundings.
Out of the corned of her eye, Pelgraya-Nurm saw a twisting of her humongous shadow- a small offshoot which seemed to sputter and slink off. Only for a second, she must have been seeing a trick of the light. She turned towards her opponents and grinned, they stood no chance.
Across the battlefield, after being reported to by that shadow demon, someone stamped the seal which would seal their fate.
Cocytus had prepared a map of the village they stood before, which had been prepared by the shadow demons beforehand. It was largely unremarkable, but being a ragtag mercenary group this could easily be all of their mustered forces. The shadow demons hadn't been scouting for long but they would more than likely bring forth confirmation to this point. Cocytus would not be swayed by this, already tempered by previous expectations.
"Shalltear. May. I. Leave. Mopping. Up. Escaping. Troops. Or. Those. Running. Away. To. You?"
With a dainty curtsy, Shalltear silently left with an expression of relish. Now, what to do about showing the true wrath towards someone who wasted the precious Supreme Ones' infinite mercy of a quick death?
"Do. We. Have. The. Troops. Ready?"
"Yes, Cocytus. I have a suggestion to showing off our Supreme Ones' beauty in rule." Demiurge responded with a slowly growing grin.
Then. I. Shall. Leave. That. To. You."
Pelgraya-Nurm was the first to hear it. A slow repeating stomp followed by a short break and then repeating. It quickly grew and inversely morale quickly shriveled.
STOMP STOMP STOMP. Silence.
STOMP STOMP STOMP. Silence.
This continued for a short while, as the undead which comprised the enemy forces- stomped in time, a truly jaw-dropping event. Undead could be coordinated so? In this number? Pelgraya-Nurm was growing uneasy, her surrounding contingent had long passed this.
STOMP STOMP STOMP. Silence.
The undead knelt and bowed, all centered on the tent in the distance. A chill was growing like a pillar of ice in the human army. No longer centered around Pelgraya-Nurm, but on this unknown force which had appeared.
STOMP STOMP STOMP. Silence.
The army split neatly in two as the undead smoothly, rised, slid away from the center, and resumed kneeling. A golden embroidered flag, with a black seal upon the purple midnight fabric. It slowly approached the middle grounds between the two armies and assumed a straight backed stance.
STOMP STOMP STOMP. Silence.
It began hoisting the flag straight up on every stomp, down in between. With a voice unnaturally loud for a sinle creature to have- and to be heard over such a distance. A voice which while holding a degree of self-importance rasped with the clear hatred for the living. It interrupted between the stomps.
STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
This continued until they saw creatures slowly walk from both sides of the army, chilling them to the bone even more somehow. Towering, black, and wielding swords in twisting patterns with paired great shields. Adorned with red veins which pulsated and seemed to draw the viewer into their grisly visage, a face which begged for them to approach and be rent. Death Knights.
These creatures lumbered in a roundabout number as the contingent shuddered in fear, no doubt a rout was being concocted simultaneously by these non-connected creatures. As the realization dawned on them for what was happening- they were being boxed in. Those horrid creatures had spaced themselves enough to easily be able to catch them if any tried to run.
It was a do-or-die situation. And if they got resurrected it might just be a die-or-die situation. Suddenly, gripping her superiority and strength- Pelgraya-Nurm commanded these rowdy people together.
"We have no chance of running, this is truly ride or die! Keep them at bay and I'll blast them to death!" she smirked despite her creeping fear.
The soldiers prepared themselves, maybe some of them would make it out alive if they fought to either their teeth or nails.
Shalltear skipped along the streets, a strong undead following in tow. It was called a Living Hunter, an undead of the 50s level. It hungered for the living as its' name foretold, it however was adequately skilled for this task. It grew stronger in proportion to the living around it, which increased the radius of those included which could swell to absurd ranges depending on deployment. As well as that, it grew faster movement speed and attack speed the longer it chased an individual living creature. It towered over its surroundings and it could be slowed by those running into or hiding in buildings. This was also tempered by the fact it was sometimes unable to control itself from brutally devouring victims alive in brutal and sadistic fashions. While it could be a dangerous foe for attackers, it could easily be countered by simply sending in weak merc. NPCs to distract it or, even simpler just having a tank which had any taunt skill to constantly reset their passive.
Shalltear had been dragging along several human corpses in one hand while her umbrella was twirled in the other, snacks- not for her of course. They had easily accomplished their task, Living Hunter chasing stragglers and scaring people while Shalltear threw rocks to smash them into pieces. While its disgusting nature could never be mistaken for cute, the growl it made was of pleading. Shalltear stopped in place, sighed in an exaggerated manner, and spun with a childish waggle of her finger said-
"I GUESS you receive a treat for your good work.."
-she smiled and tossed corpses up to the Undead Hunter not unlike how one would toss treats to their pet dog. It snapped them up and smashed them like balloons between its teeth, chewing them up as if relishing a delicious piece of bubblegum.
"Gruuuu..!" it rumbled, shaking the surroundings.
"Okay, you continue with the pincer attack while I watch over this city, arinsu~."
It lumbered off as Shalltear sauntered up a walls buttressed stairs, before shortly perching herself to watch the ensuing battle, kicking her feet, and cutely twirling her umbrella.
STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
Suddenly, it stopped. Jolting the mercenaries to attention. The undead chanter turned itself to the side and took steps back. A towering creature stepped forth from the tent and walked down the alley towards them.
As a slow frost gently billowed forth from the enemy side, the soldiers teeth began clacking. Pelgraya-Nurm, being cold-blooded, especially. The creature walked forth, eyes glinting in the dwindling sunlight and planted itself where the chanter had been. It slammed its weapons- a giant curved sword with a long hilt, a halberd, and an oddly small thin blade. The halberd and large sword had their hilts planted in the crackling, dry earth.
Silence. No one dared breath. The battlefield had shrunk and the contingent realized this. They were audibly shaking now, armor clinking over armor. Pelgraya-Nurm moved to say something was cut off by a shriek from behind them. A shriek which sounded like souls whining to be realsed from eternal torment.
Rubble came crashing down around them, slushing some of them and maiming others. Pelgraya-Nurm was struck by a huge chunk of wall directly in the face as she looked up, knocking her out cold. She was unable to witness the creature which had crumbled the walls from behind like a child might crush a graham cracker in their hands. It lurched over, so close it could look some of them face to face. It rasped a disgusting swathe of undead stench over them and seemingly chuckled. It- counter to its' size, grasped several soldiers with its armored mitts and tossed them into the air. The resulting crunch of the bone heralded the beginning to the skirmish.
As the undead began marching towards them, their attention was diverted between the encroaching mass of dead and the fact this creature summarily had grasped Pelgraya-Nurm and slowly dragged her with them. Their trump card removed, they were finished in barely ten minutes.
Pelgraya-Nurm awoke slowly, her vision blurry and ear-holes ringing.
"????? ??????? ?? ??? ????..." something murmured. She did not know or care whether this was directed at her, and she was focused on simply getting up and wreaking havoc among these filthy peasants. She toppled over, due to her weight and a force pushing her down.
"??! ??? ????? ? ??? ?????? ??? ? wonder ?? sama ??? ???????? ?? ?????" failed to breach her head and report anything communicable to her brain. She was slowly coming to and realized she was surrounded.
A silver haired thing, a creature in orange vestment, and the tall white thing from before.
"Waking ??? ?? ???? ?. Good. ??? ?? ?? begin."
The silver-hair and white- thing stood with smug(?) looks (she had never cared to learn human expressions) as the orange-suit walked forward.
"How would you ???? do this?" the orange-ones' movement was making her dizzy again, however she had the upper hand- quickly she cast a [Silent Magic: Ultra Fireball] in a deft motion. Before that she was struck across the head which sent her reeling and slightly rolling. The fuzziness returned-
"No." orange-suit said, muffled by her newly made brain fog.
"A bit gentler ???? ?????? Ainz-sama ???? ???? this one ??? all." the silver-hair piped up
"Indeed. It. Will ????. ?. ??????. Prize. For. ???. Ainz. Sama. ????. It. Would. Seem. ???. ?. ??????. Bauble." white-thing responded.
Her vision returning, she weakly lifted her head and was promptly struck again- she had been bitch-slapped. It wasn't as forceful as before, which allowed her to go all out and cast [Maximize Magic: Ultra Fireball], [Maximize Magic: Magic Arrow], and [Maximi-
She was bitch slapped once.
She was bitch slapped twice.
She was bitch slapped a third time.
Her head was whipped around comically with the applied beatings.
"????. ??. ????. ???. Awaits." the white-thing stated
"??????." the silver-hair responded
"??. ??? ????? ????." the orange-suit concurred.
Pelgraya-Nurm was gripped by her throat as she was recovering from this. The orange-thing gripped her throat with a single thing, threatening to crush her windpipe. Slowly she started being dragged along behind them, at a brisk pace. The cobblestone of the city around her and the subsequent rocky ground, for the first time hurt as she was roughly dragged along it.
She struggled, and was thrown onto the ground and bitch-slapped again, gripped by the throat, and dragged along again. This continued two more times, but Pelgraya-Nurm was exhausted, not only from her large size' energy need, the beatings, and an unknown exposure to the sunlight. She felt weak and the fight left her. She was dragged along the long, slow, path towards that tent.
They finally arrived in front of the tent and she was again slammed into the ground, this time in a much harder throw. The wind and tears were knocked from her, the ground cracking underneath this crushing blow. The white-thing, silver-hair, and orange-suit all prostrated themselves towards the tent. An encroaching fear was growing over Pelgraya-Nurm and she bowed her head to the ground (again, partly from exhaustion and the beatings).
"Ainz-sama! We have brought this disgusting specimen before you as you have asked!" the three spoke in unison. Pelgraya-Nurm understood. Ainz Ooal Gown was not a country or a simple fief but someone these things bowed before.
As the aforementioned one fluttered the tent flap open, a finely decorated skeleton thing- followed by a demi-angel(?). Fear pierced her through like a harpoon, and felt as if it was being pulled through her guts. She openly shook and hoped maybe since they had brought her forth, they might allow her to at least live. Undead were known to hate the living, but maybe since this one surrounded itself by the living it would be merciful.
Ainz flapped open the tent, and was greeted with Demiurge, Shalltear, and Cocytus. He received their gift of this prisoner-of-war, and consequently praised their efforts. This praise made them seemingly shiver with delight. But to Pelgraya-Nurm, it was unnoticed- she was too focused on this one called "Ainz."
"A-Ainz-sama?" She spat up as she pressed her head into the head indent she had made earlier. "I-"
Ainz sliced his hand horizontally as if to cut her in twain.
"Silence." it commanded.
She began tearing up, how could fate deny her strength. She had made herself a slowly growing land, full with servants, and glory to her. Why had this thing come here? Why her?
"To viciously murder ones followers, loyal beings- is a sin I cannot abide. To do so, is to be scum of the worst kind. I do not normally do this, but I shall relish this. Cocytus lift her."
Before she could run, white-thing grabbed her by the forehead and lifted her straight up. This painful grip denied her any chance to pull free, her large body squirming halfways upon the ground. Her arms pulled and scraped the ground and attempted to pull herself free by pushing against Cocytus. She was like a child being lifted by the leg, helpless against her coming doom.
Ainz flicked his wrist and a magic circle appeared before his bony hand. With that he made a faux-gripping motion and she could no longer move her body and some of her arms. It felt like she was truly being gripped within his grasp. Her arms now flailed uselessly and she screamed and cried as she too flailed. Her last thought was that she had never found a mate, maybe a human HAD been her only chance.
With that flick of the wrist, she was summarily twisted around, multiple times, in a quick clockwise turn. Cocytus' grip being the axis of this sickly pirouette, evoking the look of a ballroom dance. Cocytus subsequently dropped the head.
"Send it to be picked clean, and Living Hunter to patrol."
Much later, after confirming everything was razed and destroyed- the Living Hunter gleefully engorged itself among the feast of the battlefield.
Pestonya completed her tasks; per the norms- as Head Maid she had more tasks to do than the maids under her but not as many as, say, the Pleiades. Basic tasks and management work she could handle but something had caused her normal confidence to wilt.
Maids, and even some of the other Area Guardians would normally flit back and forth like a well oiled machine- today was no different...
almost everyone who passed her would for a split second lock eyes with her, and she knew exactly why. She had disgraced herself and had actively gone against the wishes of the Supreme One, Ainz Ooal Gown. This was tantamount to blasphemy. While Ainz had considered her request and complied, she felt shame and the bitter taste in her mouth; jealousy.
Jealousy towards her co-conspirator Nigredo. They had both pleaded with Ainz to spare some humans from the utterly brutal beheading of the kingdom they were currently facing. She did not have to leave her home as she had been punished and placed within the Frozen Prison, which was already her home. She did not have to bear the continuous weight of others silent judgement. She did not have to silently endure the newborn hesitation of other Nazarick denizens to follow her commands. Pestonya bore it, if it was what the master wanted, it was what the master would receive.
Ainz had listened, complied, released, and forgave both of them- each of those displayed alone would have been a blessing. Altogether, it was practically disrespectful to have received each bestowal of his compassion and mercy. It had produced many mixed feelings within her, gratitude and shame.. Despite her willingness to work tirelessly and endlessly to erase this debt, Ainz-sama had said she still deserved a break and had told her to collect her thoughts during it.
She had spent those days and nights wringing her hands and though her body did not have the ability to cry, she had done so without the tears. The dark fog of feelings had loomed over her and kept her lost within.
She once more braced herself and returned to the grace one of Nazaricks maids was expected to have. She knocked on the (comparative to the others) plain wood door. This wasn't to say it didn't belong- the fine engravings upon it swirled into each other, leading the eye on a slow tour of tastefulness. But when compared to some of the other enchanting decorations on the 9th floor, it was... unique. Within, a voice beckoned her in.
As she entered, she recalled something she had witnessed once, long ago.
"You aren't HIDING anything are you?!" a gruff, booming voice proclaimed "You wouldn't want to get in trouble with the other would you?"
A tall armored man was ranting and raving, gesturing wildly, and... making odd poses. The man was one of the 41, Touch Me-sama. Anyone could tell he was 200% not serious, and was joking glibly with another. Her creator, Ankoro Mochi Mochi-sama.
In comparison, the normally soft voice was practically screeching and she was likewise smacking at Touch Me continuously. Touch Me had puffed out his chest and was laughing haughtily-
"HO HO HO!" he bellowed, as each smack of Ankoro's hands displayed a gentle "0 dmg" marker.
In a more subdued voice, he mumbled something to her with his hands on his hips, something which caused Ankoro to renew her vigorous assault and somehow, in an even higher pitch-
"NO! I AM NOT A FURRY! SHUT UPPPPP!"
"Then why are both your NPCs animal people..? Hmmm..." Touch Me mocked a pose which would normally invite deep introspection. They had continued with these jabs as they traded items which they thought were interesting, or the other might like, simple presents between them- a soft, gentle feeling of mutual respect and closeness.
Pestonya, lost in thought, had no clue what a "Furry" was.. Along with her natural kindness, gentle tone, and sympathy towards the otherwise despised humans she had taken this to mean "Fury." Ankoro Mochi Mochi-sama had intended for her to be compassionate to those around her, and she had gladly done so. But she had no right to assume what her creator had meant..
Pestonya snapped out of her daydream and entered the office of Sebas-sama, the walls were bare, and the room, likewise, had a desk covered in neatly stacked papers which Sebas sat behind. Sebas had the glint of gentleness in his eyes and none of the derision the others sometimes let slip.
Not only had they talked over the memories of their creators fondly with each other, they were close colleagues as well, both heading management positions..
-they had also bitterly talked about how they had felt they betrayed Ainz-samas' kindness and gone against his word. At first, this had led to awkward silence and uneasy shame but they both bonded over willingness to pay back Ainz-samas mercy 10-fold.
They both traded the customary bows and sat down opposite each other.
"Sebas-sama.. ah.." she could barely get the words out and she trembled slightly trying to.
Sebas simply waited patiently and his firm gaze braced her to answer for what she wished to request.
Eclair Ecleir Eicler walked proudly, he had finished another piece in the grand battle to take over the throne of Nazarick.
He laughed haughtily, and loudly proclaimed his mission statement "I Ecl-"
Before he could even get his name out, he was shoved violently down the stairs and tumbled down the grand staircase.
After the dizziness wore off, he looked up at his assaulter..
A freezing cold stare met him, backlit by a chandelier and slightly heaving shoulders stood the Floor Guardian Mare. His normal shy flower-like disposition was more akin to a fist that had crushed a bouquet of flowers. Maybe those flowers were lilies intended to be placed on his coffin.
Fluder Paradyne traced the usual path he made when he was ruminating. As his master and teacher had surmised, Jircniv had him cut off from tactical speeches and high-end gatherings. Either way, it did not matter to him as he could dedicate more time to studying the tome he had been graciously given- and Jircniv had stopped giving commands to even his knights since they had been vassalized.
The floorboards creaked and groaned from his pacing, and indeed, one could faintly make out wear and tear that made a path back and forth that he trailed. This entire floor was his to do as he pleased, he had restored a shaky position with his disciples, and even then, they rarely saw him anyways.
On this floor there were two guards, and a third "guard." While his master had said that the Shadow Demon was there to deliver and inspect the average goings on Fluder did. A bitter pang in his heart stabbed at his feelings. He had betrayed Jircniv for his new master, and it was rather obvious his Master had him monitored for betrayal- but compassionately let him keep his pride by stating it was there in case he quickly needed assistance or to contact him.
He wouldn't dare simply send his master a [Message] whenever he wanted to, and he had been rather busy lately anyways. His rumination led to deep introspection over the tome he held in reverence, his new tasks, and more. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and was chastising himself lightly, as he felt like a young boy again. Every time he dipped out of sight of the two guards, despite his ruminations- he would absent-mindedly add flourish to his pacing. A little spin here, a little hop there, and so on. This was undoubtedly unbecoming for the "pinnacle" among his magic using peers; however, he was no longer the wise teacher but the learning student.
He remembered the meetings with his teacher, Ainz-sama, and they could be counted on one hand. However he did not say anything on the matter as they had been massive moments each time. He was also taught just how minuscule he was and that he had a long ways to go. He had occasional visits with several casters from Ainz-samas Great Underground Nazarick. He had the lady known as Narberal, and the shrinking violet Mare-sama, to explain deeper meaning in magic. Both were the quiet type, so he could easily ask questions rapid-fire.
"Ahhhh.." he mumbled over and over. He had to ask every possible question regarding in specific detail or they would silently sit there. The meetings were short and when over they would quickly leave through a [Gate] .
Again "Ahhhh.." he heard about some of the resources in Nazarick which piqued his interest in what sorceries he might yet hold in his hand. If he provided good results maybe he could someday be allowed admittance..
A sound notified him of a [Gate] spell entering, he had been scheduled one such visit, and thus ready to greet him and vice versa.
Pestonya walked the same path she had done a week before, and knocked on the door to Sebas-samas' office. However, when it was heard one of the maids announced her visitation. Unease. Incredible unease. She entered and practically imploded seeing Ainz-sama seated on what was usually Sebas-samas' chair. She knew what was coming and her subsequent execution was writ in stone. It was obvious Sebas-sama would talk about this to Ainz-sama, but she still felt slightly betrayed.
"I have finally disrespected Ains-sama enough so to be unforgivable" she thought. She bowed to Ainz-sama and with her heart in her stomach she waited for her punishment.
Ainz asked her to stand up straight, and waited for an explanation of her previous actions.
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2023.05.28 07:43 Feio_Fracassado I can't stand being this lonely anymore
First of all, sorry if there's any English mistake.
I'm 20 years old never kissed someone and never had friends.
I was born ugly. Not a messy person, not someone average. I'm ugly. objectively ugly. I could number all the features of my face that are considered disgusting by society, but I won't because otherwise the post would possibly have another 100 lines.
I can't have a conversation looking directly into people's faces because I feel ashamed of myself. I miss the obligatory mask use during covid times. Everywhere I go, I try to position myself at an angle where my face is as little exposed as possible. When I walk down the street, I stay on the side of the wall so that one side of my face is hidden. When I see someone taller than me, I feel inferior. Especially if it's someone handsome and tall... then, in addition to feeling inferior, I feel angry and jealous of the person. This is body dysmorphia, quite possibly. One of the thousands of psychological problems I developed because of childhood bullying
There are those who say that a good personality is capable of overcoming such conditions. Maybe I would even agree, if we're referring to someone average or just a little ugly. But in relation to the real uglies, that's already a myth. But ok, let's suppose it's true: it wouldn't work for me either because I have social phobia and I've never even had any friends. That is, I don't know how to talk, I'm socially awkward and I've never had experiences that 99% of normal people with the same age have had, such as a simple trip to the mall with friends or a friendly call on discord.
But to make things worse (when someone is cursed at birth, it has to be completely cursed, right?), I'm short. I'm around 5'6 tall. And so is my masculine organ.
Loneliness, in small doses, is wonderful (at least for us introverts). It's great to be alone and listen to music, play something, play a video game, read a book, cook... but daily, eternal and continuous loneliness is one of the worst feelings that any human can have, after all, we are social beings and what allowed the evolution of the species was the social relationship. And I don't have it. I don't know what it's like to feel loved by people who aren't family (since in this case affection and love is just instinctive). I don't even remember the last time I got a hug. And I'm starting to miss all of that, especially seeing others around me happy and living their lives like a movie.
I, truly, just wanted to be normal. But maybe this life isn't for me.
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2023.05.28 07:43 veronicaburackevich I hate my father and feel guilt for it
need to speak out. all my childhood and youth he beat me. makes me feel like a jerk right now. he's asserting himself at my expense. at the same time, he seems to be a good person inside. he is hard-working man without bad habits. but his character and desire to assert himself makes him agressive. hatred overwhelms my heart. I also hate my mother who gave birth to a child from such a person. aggressive narcissistic people should be banned from having children. I blamed myself for a long time, but now I see that it's his fault. he destroyed my personality by making me a nonentity. I dream of death because I look like him. I hate being myself. in a year I will have the opportunity to leave home for another city to work. I hope that I will be able to start a new life away from these memories and abuse and will be able to start living from scratch. but I'm also disgusted that hate is eating me up so much. When I see him, I feel hatred and disgust. I hate that instead of fighting and rebelling against him, I am too weak and become just a pathetic version of him. I look in the mirror and see his ugly facial features that have been transmitted to me and I want to peel off my skin, squeeze out my eyes, pull out my hair. God, I just want to have a good dad, to be a beloved daughter who is protected, and not always beaten, criticized, mocked, but doing it as if it were education. he also beats my mother even harder and always scolds her for being overweight, for accidentally saying the wrong word, for opinions. and despise me because I always defend her. but she has Stockholm syndrome. she still loves him despite the fact that he can hit her at any moment and still blame her for provoking him.
recently I wanted to talk to him about how much he hurt and traumatized me and my mental state for 20 years. how unworthy it was to beat a little girl who had done nothing wrong. he called me a nasty, ungrateful liar and almost hit me. I feel a guilt because it's not as bad as it could be. some dads are addicted to drugs and alchochol, they don't work. but my dad is a good man despite the fact that he hates me and my mom. the devil gets into him when he's angry, he just hits with all his might and says all this disgusting words that now forever in my head, that i'm ugly, stupid, depressive, useless. he thinks he's doing everything right. and I'm disgusting, I upset them. and I feel guilt. but I can't respect person that killed a woman in me, who makes me feel like a trash all the time and demotivate me in every aspect of life. I just realized that I would not be able to change an almost 60-year-old man who lives all his life within his borders, where destroying a person emotionally and physically is the norm and good deal
Unfortunately i'm stil financially dependent on him. I have a scholarship, I take from him only 15% of his salary every month, 5 days a week I live in a town in a dorm. I had a part-time job but I didn't have enough time for study and it's a year before graduation so I quit it and now want to concentrate fully on getting my bachelor. But I feel so much guilt that I feel hatred and disrespect and still take money from him.
I hate this. I hate myself. I'm waiting for the days when I'll leave my previous life. I hope I'll can. I hope 21 y.o. it's not too late to start new life and forgot all memories and triggers that destroy me. I want to achieve something great and be financially stable so he couldn't mocking me. Rant is over
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2023.05.28 07:43 Kiba-Da-Wolf DISABLED ARTIST SPOTLIGHT: Sara aka @mustangsart provides the work she feels most TTRPG companies are unwilling to do. A disabled and chronically ill person, she creates supplements to TTRPGs she plays in order to make them more inclusive and more accurate in their representation of disability.
Sara aka @mustangsart believes that, “When a person opens a TTRPG book for the first time, they should be able to see themselves in its artwork and its writing. Anyone can be a hero, and disability needs to stop being portrayed in such a negative light.” Sara provides the work she feels most TTRPG companies are unwilling to do. A disabled and chronically ill person, she creates supplements to TTRPGs she plays in order to make them more inclusive and more accurate in their representation of disability. Her content is free to the general public, but on her Patreon patrons can support her financially and gain access to perks such as early-access to supplements, insight into a TTRPG she’s currently designing and making herself, and have the opportunity to ask questions about disability/chronic illness/neurodivergency and RPGs. All this is in addition to her work as a writer and designer for R. Talsorian Games.
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2023.05.28 07:42 JaggedLittlePill2022 Best tattoo shop?
I’ve seen a few around but never seen anyone coming out or going in. Looking for one that’s well established here and well known. I want to be able to describe the design I want and for them to draw it. Excellent artistry is a must!
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2023.05.28 07:41 FlyingThrowawayHey No negotiating for 'slightly' experienced professional?
I'm an engineer with ~2.5 years of experience, and I received a LVL 2 offer this week from Lockheed in Orlando for 95k and no sign on bonus. I've had two other offers this month, and both came with sign on bonuses. I tried to negotiate a sign on and then my salary, but was quickly shut down by my recruiter on both. Has anyone else had this happen where they weren't allowed to negotiate at all? I have to respond to this offer soon, but I am wondering if I'm leaving something on the table. Have you guys experienced this as well? Seems like I've always been told to negotiate your salary.
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2023.05.28 07:41 OPDERA-ORG A plastic bag is used on average for 15 minutes. Plastic is cheap and incredibly versatile. However, these qualities have also resulted in it becoming an environmental issue. We have developed a “disposable” lifestyle and estimates are that around 50% of plastic is used just once and thrown away. On
2023.05.28 07:41 SixBeeps I'm scared and lost and it's dark and there are monsters I think
Please forgive me for making this post because I know there are probably many others like it, but bear with me here.
I'm a rising senior getting my BS in CS, but my biggest concern right now is that I haven't participated in an internship yet. Didn't really start trying until this past year, but I haven't gotten anything. Plenty of work experience in things that surround SWE (e.x. tech summer camp counciling, content creation) but no real SWE experience.
Another factoid: I could potentially graduate one semester early.
Now, (a) What should I be doing right now? (b) Should I try to graduate early? and (c) How screwed am I?
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2023.05.28 07:41 Adam-best 5 PCS Set Closet Organization Storage easily and quickly. Comes with a front on each organizer panel so that lifting to grab your item is quick and hassle-free. The hollowed out design allows for air to circulate. Your items will stay in place with its non-slip design and material. It has a ve
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2023.05.28 07:41 shinji Painted Desert
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Went through a prompt to photoshop to img2img, back to photoshop.
Original prompt: Prompt: (masterpiece,detailed,highres:1.4) , young model shot, small breasts, red hair, small eyes, intricate space, black jacket, barren wilderness background, desert landscape, cloak, grey trousers, magic, looking into distance, plain clothes, 1800's clothing, Negative prompt: bad-image-v2-39000, symbols, design clothes, trees Steps: 20, Sampler: Euler a, CFG scale: 7, Seed: 3157491702, Face restoration: CodeFormer, Size: 688x912, Model hash: c7751e6108, Model: aZovyaRPGArtistTools_v3, Version: v1.2.1 Used embeddings: bad-image-v2-39000 [b03e]
Used Photoshop beta with firefly for outpainting, then used img2img SD with same prompt and resolution of 2048 x 1288, steps: 32, GFG: 5.5, restore faces. Ran a batch of 30 (Didn't keep the seed for the final selected. sorry.) and then more photoshop to remove an extra hand and some more firefly ps beta to fill some areas.
2023.05.28 07:40 casadecor001 Enhance Your Culinary Experience with CASA DECOR Chop Boards
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2023.05.28 07:40 Minimum_Bad9069 BD not taken seriously as a male.
I'm fairly certain I have pretty severe BD, I'm a 29 male and absolutely despise looking at myself in the mirror, it's goes as far as feeling super guilty when I eat food, not bad food just food in general.
I've been working out so hard recently and all I've got to show for it is injuries, I'm not particularly strong or particularly fit even afters years of on and off working out. Are some of us just built to be glaring below average in attractiveness no matter how hard we try, it seems so unfair. I weigh 190lbs at 6 foot so I'm aware that I'm not particularly fat and I have muscle but in my heads it's a simple and no six pack = disgustingly overweight.
I probably pinch my stomach several times a day and just feel utter disgust. People always say "you're not fat" "you look good" but let's face it that's just being polite. Nobodies going to tell me how disgusting I really look.
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2023.05.28 07:40 chuchuruchuru HiFiMAN’s ANANDA NANO Open-Back Headphones Feature Nanometer Thin Diaphragm: High-End Munich 2023
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"The Stealth Magnet that was designed for the SUSVARA is now part of the ANANDA NANO. This design is recognized for the way it enables soundwaves to pass through the magnets without causing interference." submitted by chuchuruchuru to headphones [link] [comments]
2023.05.28 07:40 No_Owl_7380 Beach Area Holiday Weekend
I’ve been doing Shipt for a few months now and am 250 orders in. I live year round in a beach town in a coastal area that is known for being a big draw for out of towners.
I was not prepared for how busy it was last night and today. The orders were wild. Some of Shipt’s offers were also crazy bundling orders with one on the mainland and one on a barrier island both to be delivered in an hour. Sometimes those barrier island crossings can take 30 minutes from one end to the other because of traffic.
Also there’s a fairly large barrier island that does have a Target nearby but not in Shipt’s delivery area. Somehow there were orders being placed from my local Target going there which is 30 miles each way, a crossing, and $2 toll each way and offering $12. Those orders sat there for hours.
I did pretty good last night as orders were averaging $15 for a single and $20 for a bundle. People were in a tipping mood too! I got $50 cash from one lady and most everyone tipped 15%. The best order I delivered was a Weber kettle grill, bags of charcoal, grill tools, and a chimney starter. I got to the house which had a large staircase and a rooftop deck with a bunch of guys hanging out. I shout up “Anyone order a grill?” and they came running down and unloaded the car for me, said I was the hero since the gas grill broke, and one says see Target sells everything. They even tipped. I even managed to score the bonus today.
Sundays are always busy since we have a large orthodox community that orders a lot. They had a two day holiday and shabbos the day after that. The ladies have been off Target.com since Wednesday afternoon 😆 I wasn’t planning on doing Shipt tomorrow but with the usual Sunday slam combined with the beach visitors here through Monday it might be extra. There’s also another bonus.
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2023.05.28 07:39 MR_GABARISE Park Ranger
2023.05.28 07:38 Pure_Candidate_3831 Are lots of kids unmotivated to do homework because they are actually smarter than average and find this stuff boring? How can you tell?
How can teachers or parents tell if an unmotivated student is actually smarter than average and deserve to be in gifted classes? For instance kids aren't stimulated by the material in their grade level and don't apply themselves to read the textbook or do homework... then they get failing grades and be perceived as poor students
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2023.05.28 07:38 PatientYellowbird Salary negotiation advice for Cologne, Germany (.NET, 5 YoE, BSc in CS)
I'm currently negotiating a salary for a .NET position, WPF in Cologne.
I've got 5 YoE in .NET after a BSc in CS.
The employers are estimating 60k € brutto/gross (around 37k netto, 3100/month after using a tax calculator, tax category 1, no church tax, state: NRW).
The site germantechjobs estimates around 57k as the median (42.5k bottom, 77.5k top).
On salaryexpert, I got that "The average .net developer gross salary in Cologne, Germany is 81.330 €".
Over at glassdoor, for 4-6YoE in Cologne it says "The possible range is 48K - 94K, while the most likely range is 57K - 75K"
A friend suggested <65k is not enough, that I should shoot for 70k and up.
Could people that are knowledgeable about the current salaries in Cologne shine a light, please? Different sites give me vastly different averages. I haven't lived in Germany before, numbeo estimates around 1k € for living costs without the rent.
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2023.05.28 07:38 remotearmyio Remote Full-Stack Programming opportunity: Senior Software Engineer - React-Native - Mobile
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2023.05.28 07:37 Same_Criticism9969 After Graduation
Hi guys, I am thinking of finalizing USYD and as an intl student I will be paying 40% of the fees and for the rest, I'll be taking a loan. So, does anybody have any idea what might be the starting salary of a Comp. Science/ Data Science graduate (after undergrad) so that I have a rough idea as to how long it will take for me to repay the loan. Also, on average, how much is a student paid during internships?
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2023.05.28 07:37 thegiddyginger Test on June 12th and took my first practice today NBME 30 (63%). Looking for advice?
I got to a DO school with very limited help with Step 1 prep and would love some advice!
We had a mandatory full length COMBANK test on 4/28 69%. then a half length COMSAE on 5/16 544 (somewhere I read that translates to a step 1 of 230 something but tbh I dont buy that). Both of these made me feel very good about my chances of passing comlex but I've still been worried about Step 1.
Anyways... I've been doing Uworld questions since around March so my overall correct is kinda low (58% w/ 80% completed) but the past 2 weeks my average has been closer to a 66-67%. I was doing some reddit research and stubmled upon NMBEs (thanks school for not telling me about these) and thought I should do one. So I did my first NMBE (30) today and got a 63% which I think is an 89% chance of passing w/i one week. That isn't bad by any means... but I would like to get up to at least a 65% or even 70% before I test.
So far I've been doing Anki (about 500 daily) and Uworld (making cards for missed Qs). Not much else... but I bought NBME 31 and plan to do the Free 120. Aside from that, does anyone have advice for the next few weeks?
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2023.05.28 07:36 Clay_Statue Why Bigrams Are Cool
They let you know the relationships individual characters of the alphabet have with one another. The alphabet is a room of 26 people and you've got extroverts and you've got introverts. Then there's a few wallflowers who rarely hang out with any but a few people. Some bigram pairings are super common and others don't exist. What if the keymap was designed to amalgamate the most common bigrams instead of separating them? Conveniently, the 8 most common bigrams align with the eight most commonly used letters of the alphabet (except for R which is less common but like suuuuper tight with a lot of the big players).
TH HE IN ER AN RE ON AT EN ND TI ES OR are the 13 most common bigrams (in order). Notice ER and RE both high on the list. The commonality of the letters R & E which should logically make it a primary bigram, but due to it being mirrored it isn't suitable for a standardized output. For simplicity's sake I am only interested in primarily unidirectional bigrams.
TH HE IN AN ND have the strongest unidirectional relationships and are the Primary Bigrams. They rarely, if ever, go in the other direction.
ON AT EN ES ER TI still have unidirectional affinity in one direction more than the other, so they are the Lesser Primary Trigrams.
These bigrams are all two-key macros such that both can be struck in unison and always be output in the right direction. I've optimized my keyboard for easy chording of these bigram pairs.
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