#(in a sexy and evil way)

[frodo-a-gogo]

Let us be brutally honest with ourselves and with eachother for a moment. If he weren't obese you motherfuckers would be capable of percieving evrart claires sexy sexy moral ambiguity and complex charms

[mamawasatesttube]

people who go into superhero comics (the "heroes don't kill" genre, where (admittedly, often very flawed) discussion of the morality of taking a life and themes of lawfulness, vigilanteism, and redemption are like the entire foundations of the genre) and then get pissy about how they want edgier protagonists who kill their enemies. bro just go watch Generic Action Blockbuster #74821384

[heich0e]

not to get on some freak shit rn but i can't stop thinking abt a big and unspeakably terrible man saying "oh, poor thing" in the least sincerely sympathetic way possible

[bobgoesw00t]

Not surprised that Inazuma Eleven Victory Road is coming out on the Sakka Baka’s birthday/anniversary of the franchise to be honest. I AM surprised however that the number of characters went from 4,500 to 5,200! LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK HINO-SAN!?!?!? THAT’S FUCKING INSANE AND YOU’RE CRAZIER THAN TETSUYA NOMURA!!!!!!!!!! Nomura is still the bigger troll of course, but you get my drift xD

Gonna pre-order the game of course so I can have the STUPID SEXY DARK EMPERORS KIT ASAP because STUPID SEXY EVIL KAZEMARU IS FTW!!!

Also annoyed by the fact that the game will still be using dub-titles without the option to switch to a subtitle that’s just the Japanese names put into English, but I’ll keep my fingers crossed.

Lastly, anyone else almost start crying when the trailer showed Endou running to the club room??? I NEARLY BAWLED MY EYES OUT x3

[th3r0v3r]

HELLO TJIS JS FOR A SCIENCE EXPERIMENT I NEED THE MOST EVIL PHOTOS OF JIMMY ON STAGE U CAN FIND

[cinnamonanddean]

One of the things I just love so much about the Smallville fandom is that we've all just agreed that regardless of who you're pairing him with, Lex Luthor is a fucking Sex God.

It's particularly interesting because the show barely gives us ANYTHING to support this. We have one (1) Lex sex scene, plus one deleted scene, and while they're both hot, they're not at all spectacular. Zero characters, including Lex himself, discuss his sexual prowess (or lack thereof). And yet somehow, every single fic I've read (and written!) paints him as absolute dynamite in the sack.

Don't get me wrong: I'm not disagreeing or complaining about this! I fully support Sex God Lex Luthor (as evidenced by my inclusion of my own writing). I just find it SO interesting that we've collectively decided it. I feel like it's a competency kink sort of thing: Lex is shown to be someone who is generally very successful at everything he puts his mind to, so it does track that he'd be good at sex too. I don't know what, if anything, the comics have to say about his skills, so I can't draw any conclusions from that side of things.

I just adore the fact that we all looked at Lex Luthor in Smallville canon and went "yup, that guy FUCKS."

[wrishwrosh]

sometimes i have to make rules for myself about how much ironic clothing i can wear in public at a time. like actually you should not wear the neon yellow hat with a sexual moby dick quote on it AND the hoodie from the college bar that says “doin it in the alley since 1953” really big on the back AND the shirt with the american flag and the big map of d-day beaches. strangers in the grocery store don’t know what kind of weirdo you are. pick ONE

[cyberglyphs]

new hot take: this is the SEXIEST panel of megatron ever drawn, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. that fucking evil smirk alone is so goddamn hot and panty wetting i'm losing my MIND

[illhaveyouforbreakfast]

Morgana confronts Arthur's army, saying they have no hope of defeating her.

"I am a high priestess of the old religion!" She snarls, casting a spell that sends a wave of destruction at the knights. It's stopped in its tracks against a shimmering wall of energy. Merlin steps forward, eyes glowing gold, hands raised.

"And I am your god."

[galaxy-fleur]

Thought a little too hard about bittersweet aeon hurt/comfort, and it turned into a whole one-shot... So here's Ada (sort of) comforting Leon after a nightmare. I think about their og complicated dynamic a lot.

~ 1.5k words. Set in-between Damnation and RE6.

Nights like these were both extremely rare and intimately familiar all the same. Another chance meeting, another fleeting moment of connection amid a tumultuous battlefield, another quiet night full of unspoken words and emotions left unshared. It was almost like a well-practised ritual of sorts, with each step being unexpected and yet the exact same as any other that came before it.

As years went on, Ada did find herself questioning whether he might become tired of this at some point. If he would, she wouldn't exactly blame him for it. It never seemed to be quite Leon's style to take pleasure in the chase indefinitely. He was more of a 'settle down and build a white picket fence' type, really. The exact opposite of her. Then again, this was another thing that became a strange, but normal routine for them. They were so drastically different, and yet, something would always bring them together either way.

Leon deserved to live a secure and peaceful life.

But she'll be there to lend a helping hand as long as he's still out and about, fulfilling his duties. When the chance presents itself again.

Ada was also well aware that he wasn't necessarily happy with his life, either. She was also well aware of how his past would haunt him in a way that he wouldn't admit. She was aware of that on a very personal level.

Like as this night.

He felt scared. As soon as he unceremoniously stumbled into the bathroom, making a lot more noise than he would usually, she could see it reflected clear in his eyes. In all honesty, during all her time with him, Ada had never seen him quite this terrified. It was a different kind of terror from the one you'd experience in the moment of mortal danger. It was not a terror for your own life, no. This was a terror of your worst fears coming back to haunt you when you least expect it. He virtually barged into the room with a million unspoken words swimming in his stormy eyes and desperate questions that seemed to be stuck in the middle of his throat, refusing to be voiced aloud.

Really, it was funny. He felt like the smallest little thing in the room at the moment, even though she was considerably smaller than him without her heels on. All frantic and unsteady on his feet, like a cornered, frightened animal looking for cover during a violent storm. Though, she supposed, there really was a storm raging all around him. Only, that storm was locked away in his own head. A storm you can't exactly run or hide from. His wide-eyed stare was like night and day compared to her own cool, collected gaze. A simple, silent understanding passed between them as she glanced up at him without saying a word outloud.

As usual.

He couldn't tell her what was wrong with his heart, but she knew it was something. Of course, there were some possibilities to consider. Of all of them, however, one was the most plausible. She figured that all the signs pointed at a nasty nightmare. It wouldn't be the first time she bore witness to his troubled sleeping habits, after all. Or lack there of. She herself experienced many nightmares involving ghosts from her past, but his seemed to frighten him so much that he would either drink away the memories or walk aimlessly for hours.

Perhaps she was a bad friend to not try and scold him into taking better care of himself. If she could even call herself his friend at all. Or even anything tangible.

To understand him, though, she didn't have to be anything. And maybe that was all he needed.

Otherwise, he would fall apart.

She quietly set down her toothbrush and pulled him out of the bathroom without saying a single word. His hand felt cold in clammy in her own, but, for once, she didn't make a comment on it. Even if she did make a mental note to wash her hands later. There was only one bed, of course. There always was. She never remained there the entire night before, after all. As she rested herself on the side of the bed and locked eyes with him once again, her stare remained as cool as ever.

He was no longer borderline hyperventilating, but he also didn't appear to be much better, either.

Ada allowed him to take a seat in front of her after scooting over on the bed. Or, well. More like pulled him down till he understood the assignment and sat down on the bed with a shaky huff. Despite his tenseness, she eventually managed to persuade him into reclining back on the blankets. It was quiet. A bit awkward, perhaps. She figured that he would probably benefit from some consoling words right now. But she was never all that good with words. Or offering comfort to someone. At least not genuinely.

And... she did not want to lie.

Not to him.

His trembling breaths seemed twice as loud in the still quiet of a little hotel room they shared, and he turned his back on her to give her some space. Or perhaps he wanted to keep her away. She was not entirely sure.

Her gaze silently swept across the length of his back, taking in all the tiny dips and nooks of his exposed flesh for her to view. His back was strong and muscular. The kind of strong that attempts to carry far more than is necessary. Nevertheless, he appeared so much more exposed than normal at this moment. Undoubtedly, it evoked some memories.

When they first met, he was the same.

He seemed to be trying to get smaller and smaller so that he wouldn't have to be a burden to anyone. Or to attempt to hide away from whatever unseen demons were haunting him. She wasn't bothered by it. She would have walked away if she was. Instead, she let out a little sigh and, at last, laid herself down as well. In order to stop him from attempting to move away from her once more, she put her arms around his waist and hooked them together in an embrace of sorts.

It probably looked a little goofy, she supposed. For her to keep him in her arms. But despite her small size, she was strong enough to support them both. For a time, she could keep him together. Just long enough for him to regain his strength and move forward on his own again.

"...Leon," she murmured.

No response. She didn't anticipate one, though. Nevertheless, she sensed his hand move down to rest on her arm and hold it there. Almost like a wordless 'don't let go', one that she had no desire to go against.

When she pressed her forehead between his shoulder blades, he shuddered slightly. It was a good fit for her. He turned his head over his shoulder to look back at her, as if he was finally ready to say something, but nothing came out. Or maybe there was too much to say rather than too little. Therefore, it was simpler to say nothing at all. Even with his evident frustration, all that came out was a short: 'I-', before it broke off into a scoff. One that was obviously directed toward himself instead of her.

With another sigh, Ada moved her legs to entwine them with his, cuddling up against him. She could hold him just fine, even if she was smaller.

"You're safe. ...I'm safe," she said calmly, adding that last bit as an afterthought. Still, it was a significant afterthought. But, even she was somewhat surprised by her following words, which slipped from her lips in a whisper: "...I won't go anywhere. That, I promise. If you want, I'll hold you like this until you fall asleep. I can watch over you until morning. In case you have any more nightmares."

She was unable to promise him to stay forever. Or even simply to be there when he awakens. But she could promise him this much. This is what she always does, after all. When he doesn't see it, keeping watch over him. Protecting him, without his knowledge, from the darkness.

Well... she supposed, that last part is not true right now. This is usually the moment she says: 'you owe me'. However, they never reach the next phase of their familiar routine this time around.

The ritual changes.

"...Thank you," he finally whispers, his voice cracking ever so slightly with restrained emotion. She wasn't sure if he was relieved, upset, or touched. All three, perhaps. She didn't need to know, to be honest.

She refused to press against his defenses. Or attempt to obtain the key to his heart. She wasn't supposed to do that. No matter how open his heart was to her, she could protect it from a distance, and never really make her way into its warm embrace. It might have been a little cold. A little harsh. A little unfair.

However, life was never really fair. To either of them. Perhaps this was enough.

He gradually began to ease into Ada's grasp as she gently kissed his shoulder. His breathing gradually evens out as the tenseness in his muscles fades.

As his world fell apart, Leon was thankful for her, though he never understood how she knew. Maybe he didn't need to know. She was here. That's the important part.

For now, she was here. And that was enough.

[willowcrowned]

feel like if Star Wars was made today they couldn’t resist making palpatine at least a little hot. someone would pick up a wrinkly pear and go “make him look like this but evil. as unfuckable as possible” and someone else would say “okay so we got a conventionally attractive actor with grey hair.” ruminating on how we have avoided the worst timeline

oh my god imagine living in a world with fuckable palpatine. i would be insufferable

[forcedhesitation]

dead by daylight-- the game where you can play as steve harrington from stranger things, and can get sent to partake in a match of murder hide and seek at midwich elementary from silent hill, where you can then use a lute to perform bardic inspiration from dungeons and dragons to give a bonus to your teammates, except for the one who is being chased by nemesis from resident evil 3.

[ygoartreviews]

Evil HERO Neos Lord

When I talked about the recent Yubel card, I mentioned it being a love letter to GX. This card is similar to that; it's just the evil version. (Also more potentially spoilery, if I'm being honest). For those unaware, this card features Neos sporting The Supreme King's outfit to awesome effect. So many little details from his outfit were transferred over here that it's wild; the purple gem on his chest and the two red triangles pointing towards it look like the clasp for his cloak, the gold detail on his torso matches up with the way his coat is buttoned (which the black markings on his thighs/crotch are meant to mimic) and even the non-mask part of his helmet making an appearance as more of a neck guard. The SK's mask meshes so well with how Neos' face normally looks, right down to the diamond shaped gem on both their foreheads. Again, like Yubel and Flame Wingman, I'm genuinely surprised this combo didn't come up earlier. The similarities in design are just so remarkable that they mesh together perfectly. Evil Neos does get to take it up a notch beyond the SK by transforming his cape into a flared wing look with the inclusion of wing-like structures sprouting from behind his shoulders. I'll be honest... I think this is my favorite version of Neos now. No it's not just the red/black/white/gold color scheme but... That does help a lot. Also, normally the extremely detailed, American comic book style muscles bother me on Neos cards but here? They don't really register to me at all, because I think the black coloration helps hide them.

Rating: 10/10

[zomaeliet]

leon listening to ayesha erotica is my new favorite thing

He's just jamming to it on an old mp3 player with bad sound quality while shooting zombies and trying soooo hard to not shake his ass

[ericksensensen]

I don’t go there anymore I want to stay away from the Hellaverse fandom for now or forever

But the fact that people go “Stella also didn’t have a choice in the marriage and she’s allowed to be mad that Stolas cheated on her” yeah I would agree with you but I don’t think that justifies abusing your husband

B E F O R E the cheating also

I’m not mad at Stella being evil and mad at the fact that they make her act more stupid than her brother in some scenes for obvious reasons

She can be a victim of a forced marriage but that doesn’t take away the fact that she is horrible