#overlordatwork

“Papa!” The toddler says excitedly, waddling over to her father and climbing up onto his lap, holding a very crumpled piece of paper in her hand. “Look what I drew!” She holds the paper out once she’s comfortable on Maou’s lap, letting him see what was on the sheet.

It was a simple drawing of a few stick figures. There were two tall ones, one with short black “hair” (really just scribbles on top of its head), and the other with long red “hair”. Standing between them was a tiny stick figure, with white hair complete with a single purple line.

Brûlez un cierge car ça va chauffer par ici ► accepting

More than religions – I’m gonna take my time to talk about legendaries and how some people in the roleplay community seem to welcome them.

Legendaries are, for some, literal deities. They are revered, some in more ways than others, some of them have temples ( for example Regigigas in Sinnoh ).

I can imagine, for a mun that roleplays a legendary, it can get pretty tiring to see anyone underestimate their character a whole bunch. I have this character, who, canonically, is pretty fucking strong, but … People won’t take it seriously.

The game doesn’t help. Many will simply go by game logic and think, “hey, in the games, you can catch Arceus, so, that’s their weakness, along with typing”. They fail to realize that … That’s because it’s a game. The protagonist, the player’s avatar, will be of course able of such a feat, because he’s the dang protagonist. Beating Arceus, seeing Arceus, catching Arceus, isn’t a thing every-fucking-body can do.

                             Oh fuckin’ really. 

   Scoffing and rolling his eyes, he ignores Kirishima’s apologies and flailing, turning to the one standing there instead. He wasn’t going to freak out over some discount worker talking to him like this, even if he was in the wrong. 

“Ya, is that right? Is that fuckin’ all?” He shrugs, reaching down to take out his wallet, knowing good and fucking well that Eijirou had zero funds on him. Jin-Woo ungracefully tosses it at the clerk. 

‘CAUSE WE WERE RAISED TO SEE LIFE AS FUN AND TAKE IT IF WE CAN.

>Touch fluffy hair

“So how does someone like you end up working at a place like this?”

There he was. The vile, reprehensible monster that was Satan Jacob. Walking back to his lair from who knows where (probably from work all things considered), alone. There were a few people milling about, and so Phoenix had to wait until the horrible devil turned the corner to where they wouldn’t be readily seen.

Wait... and wait...and...

Bingo.  

“Your life ends here, Satan!”