#ackriss

There are so many great fics out there that have a surprisingly low amount of hits, kudos, or comments.

I’ve made a list of a few Overlord fics which I have found quite enjoyable and provided links to them. Each one is under 5000 hits, so I’m hoping to draw attention to these stories which may have not been on your radar yet.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23151265/chapters/55407223 

Mysterious characters and cults. A figure who’s face he has yet to see.

By Ackriss

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24431038/chapters/58944934 

Dez has joined the guild of Ainz Ool Gown when it was first gaining tractions. This is not only how she transfered with Momonga, but also how she joined. Watch this nervous thief learn to calm down and see her worth, bed all who consent (and a few who dont~). Warnings for touchy subject matters at beginning of authors notes. First fanfic so helpful criticism is appreciated.

By Kawaii Pigeon

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Please like and reblog so they can all receive the attention they deserve!

Naroa from The Discovery, Ackriss’s Overlord fanfiction.

If you have ever written a Demiurge story on Ao3, you have likely received a kudos or an encouraging comment from this sweet reader/author. <3

I don’t think I’ve ever read another Overlord fic where the main character is a vampire, and I absolutely love that and her unique and rather poetic approach to her story.

“Thirsty. Unfulfilled. Unsatisfied. When the sweet honey finds it’s way down I become ravenous and delirious as I search for my next ‘fix.’

Then I lose the haziness as everything fades back to reality and I find that all is like it always has been the despair does not fail to fall on me. I rest back then think of the past that I’ve done and completed. All seems to fall to dust in time.

My skin tingles and my throat tightens in the anticipation of the fantasy that does not hold up to my reality, the fantasy that I grow increasingly desperate to draw into the physical form.

My blood grows tepid. A crawling sensation takes over. I throw my head down and count out all the memories. Then that familiar feeling resurfaces where it laid dormant, from the cold, despair, disappointment, and cruel contempt had frozen all the movement inside, leaving it cold, rotten, and devoid of life.

Cold, dead eyes, their haunting visage have left my soul and me to feel as if there is not so much difference and holes to repair, almost as if I forget but then when my brain wakes up I remember again. Then I recognize it all over again as if new.“

Her descriptions are vivid and just *chef’s kiss*. Seriously, ya’ll are missing out if you haven’t read it yet.

I encourage you to read her story! https://archiveofourown.org/works/23151265/chapters/55407223