What does your BBEG do to relax after a long day?

She has nice boobies, who is she?

>Goddess of magic, ancient of days, let her name be feared.
"I REQUIRE THIS 'ICE CREAM'. AS MUCH OF IT AS YOU CAN ACQUIRE, AS QUICKLY AS YOU CAN ACQUIRE IT."

So your bbeg is basically femBeerus when she has a long day?

He's fallen into a profound hedonism since importing an evil princess from the Eastern continent for a political marriage. So mostly making love to his new wife and lounging around on silk cushions smoking opium with her.

Now somebody kindly post the story of Goddess of Oblivion and her last loyal servant.

Well, I mean, last time she asked for 'whores and wine' because she scried men talking about how good they were.
She thought whores were a food and was a bit confused when her servants brought several men to her inner sanctum.
So yes, I guess.

The Black Prince is a depressed minotaur, so after a long day of beating the local beastmen into submission, ruining the day of elves and possibly snacking on the odd woodsman, he's likely to have a long miserable nap in a cave.

Lord dominator from the children's cartoon show "wander over yonder"

Surfs on /b/

It's why they're CE

This one?

Considering the BBEG of the last game I ran was (or would've been; the campaign was cut short due to schedueling issues, and while the players fought against his minions, they didn't have a chanse to learn more about the BBEG than his name) little more than a meat-pupped for the collective conciousness of a suppsoedly extinct Chaos-worshiping xenos race (turns out they weren't quite as dead as everybody though, or rather, they were dead but their minds lived on and could possess people through the artefacts), I doubt he would have any time off. At best, his masters would release direct control of him when they didn't need it, and then he'd still be an incredibly bitter, completely broken man who just wanted to see the Imperium burn.

Break the law and wear ridiculous costumes. Supervillainy is more of a hobby than a career.

That one.

Why do people zoom in like that?
What kind of retarded device makes that necessary?

>Post-apocalyptic Warlord named Baron Slasher
He just wears his silk pajamas, get himself a big nice cup of pure water, turn on an old music player with tons of classic music, mend his battle suit, then admire his impressive trophy collection. After that a little orgy and big warm bubbly bath. Maybe a torture or two for a good nice sleep.

Commanding a legions of murder raping maniacs highly stressful job. Especially when war is coming.

youtube.com/watch?v=u6yZlGoD5rA

Going by our last BBEG, fucking her slaves, sacrificing her slaves, and beating the shit out of her slaves before she fucks and/or sacrifices them

>Interdimensional CEO.
>"I'm just to take a small army of mine too protect my spot on this planet's best beach, say something in a language I don't care to learn if you're cool with that random natives."

After experimenting on people and animals all day, he locks himself in his room and tells himself it'll all be worth it. Then he regrets making himself immune to poison because he seriously needs a drink.

Poetry.
He was a nice guy before he went off the deep end, all things considered.

The Four Horsemen used to get together for poker every month or so, but they went and killed Famine, and Death's lil helper just doesn't cut it as a replacement.

Shitpost in the town square

Lays out his cargo shorts, socks, sandals, polo shirt, and trilby for tomorrow.
Sets up a spreadsheet for tomorrow's scheduled "All According to Keikaku" moments, then has his councilors hack into the Illuminati and Technocracy servers to shitpost his HFY fics on the Sylvain and Duk'Zarist message boards.
Followed by some hot cocoa and a quick fap to the future destruction of the gods and fates before turning in for bed.

Jacks off to kids' shows naturally.

Masturbate and engage in bisexual activity, described in detail.

The quicker the PCs figure out a way to take the BBEG down, the quicker they stop having to hear the lurid details about what the BBEG was doing to him-or-herself while they were pfaffing about in the countryside.

It's a great technique for keeping focus on the storyline.

In my last campaign, there were a few villains that I kept that sort of thing in mind for. One of them had a taste for fighting monsters that his servants would bring into his personal arena.

Another one liked to drink and paid for expensive whores when he wasn't brawling fisticuffs style with some of his men.

As for the orc lich they fought on a few occasions, he didn't really have 'off' time... Closest thing he had to that was looking for a way to revert himself back into a living being so he could then turn himself into a form of undead like the 4E D&D Revenant, because it turns out becoming literally skin and bones takes away a lot of the pleasures of life, and his people considered him an abomination.

Has political meetings, delegates orders to his underlings, maintains a fitness regimen, makes sure his empire is well fed and its morale high.
Rarely indulges in pleasures of the flesh if he's feeling up to it.

Being the BBEG isn't all fun and games

Carves wooden furniture out of exotic hardwoods

my BBEG is a simple craftsman at heart but feels compelled to try and change the world. Basically he sees the good guy alliance as a power monopoly

fffffuck the imperium

Great, now I have a boner.

>a fitness regimen
On himself or on his subjects?

...

Himself for personal and morale reasons
His generals can do what they want but its well known that they are expected to display the same commitment as their soldiers when it comes to staying in fighting shape.
His soldiers obviously have to train.

This BBEG is all about control and discipline, no one is exempt from the Imperial standard.

What exactly is she implying?

Ohhhh that's okay, was hoping for something more like a Veeky Forums tyranny

That you should not pull your mandrake root when others are around.

>Veeky Forums tyranny
Nah, I've already had a few humorous BBEGs, this one is a bit more serious, honestly halfway expecting the party to either get killed or for them to voluntarily join up since half of them are LN and this BBEG is basically LN to the point of being evil

he is in a city full of fairies.

Would you relax?

Well, since OP is always a faggot, then yeah, probably.

ebin

Protip: if you're gong to mock someone for using a meme, you probably shouldn't be using a meme yourself.

Then tell The Sorrow to chill out, at least he's not fucking covered in bees

But what if you are the meme.

>The first thing an alchemist does is make themselves immune to alcohol.
>The second thing an alchemist does is regret it.

Holds a meeting with his 'friends' and subordinates in the tallest spire of his massive ice castle to perpetuate the illusion that he is in control of his life and distract him from the fact that he has alienated literally everyone he has ever known and that the only people who stick around are those who feel sorry for him, who are blind as to how far things have fallen, or who are too honourable to break the oaths they swore.

Then, he practises his swordsmanship in his private training hall, fighting against his own undead minions. He often takes this too far and injures himself, a subconscious self-punishment to momentarily alleviate his guilt. One of the aforementioned loyal subordinates tends to his wounds, knowing full-well what he is doing, but unable to bring themselves to stop it, causing both parties to slide further into their own self-loathing.

Then he retires to his quarters and prepares a meal which generally consists of a variety of potato and either chicken or beef, with a mug of lemon tea. While eating, he relaxes in his favourite chair, a velvet-padded, gold-threaded, comfort-enchanted monstrosity from the eastern coast, in front of a fireplace that is burning netherwood because he enjoys the azure flame it produces. He continues reading the collected memoirs of his great, great, grandfather, who was an adventurer of some repute in his day.

After that, he prepares to sleep. He runs himself a piping hot bath and washes with expensive soap and sandalwood oils. He dries himself, and then stares into a mirror and considers what his life has come to for anywhere between 5 and 25 minutes. Then he lays down and sleeps surprisingly soundly for a man so haunted, for a full 8 hours.

And the players will probably never know about any of that.

>Gnoll warlord
Depends on how rough the day was. We have one of his "harem" girls as an insider, and some of the shit she tells is is rather anticlimactic.
For one, he obsesseses over his appearance, and will always make sure he is at is best before fighting us again.
His ramshackle armor shines like a mirror, and according to her, he will even use ink to touch up his graying fur.

Other strange practices of his include painting (think Bob Ross style) singing, and meticulously rearranging the entire warcamp making our ambushes fail every time because he decided that the barracks looked better sideways or something.

I love gendy

Dammit, why the fuck is she so based?

More Cocaine.

More Evil.

More Cocaine.

More Evil.

He polymorphs into random people or animals and causes hijinks in the nearby city until he gets in trouble, then teleports away and tells his buddies about it.

Because she's an actual villain, and not just a strawman or prop to reinforce the protagonists moral message? Like she says in the song, she does it because she enjoys it and doesn't really give a fuck about whatever relationship the other people think they have with her.

So glad the series ended before they could do a "redemption" arc for LD.

One of the most empowering female characters ever.

We have three primary reoccuring villains in our Superheroes game.

The Merfolk are busy enforcing their territory and working on reestablishing aquatic biodiversity.
They are researching their ancestory, mapping the underwater world, building up their cities and overseeing the cleanup of garbage island.
Then they go and start another war.

The Venusians have their own planet to run with their own nations, a Venus UN and everything.
They would have their own entertainment.
Dicking with Earth is pretty much a past time for the rich buggers.

Finally the Mad Scientist Sergei, science and enginerring are his life.
He relaxes by building death-rays, studying the quantum phase limitations, researching a cure to the common cold.
Villainy is a hobby, generally when he needs specific items he can't obtain short of holding a capital city hostage with a freeze laser.
Ultraviolet, his right hand woman, relaxes by going clubbing, surfing, snowboarding, bar hopping or even just falling asleep on the beach.

My last villain would have enjoyed a lavish meal in the royal dining room, serving as a father figure to the child empress, then retired to his study to continue learning about the technology of the precursor race. Or practice fighting.

He wasn't a very chill dude

The villains of my next campaign?

>Mizuchi Horie, high school Elder God cultist: Hang about local arcades/shops trying to scope out a suitable sacrifice to Nyarlahotep
>Shadow Priest Abae, Dark Wizard of the 808 Demon Lords of Greater Edo: Meditation, study of the Dark Book of Edo
>Serena Io: Reports back to the B38 Nebula Invasion Fleet, then goes out gambling and drinking like any proper LOADSAMONEY 1%er

...up until SOMEBODY, side doesn't matter, thinks the rules, written or unwritten, don't apply to them.

Why wouldn't he just go tell the War Gods she plans on ending the universe so they can fuck her up and take her portfolio?

because he is too busy reading about badly written fapfics character, who just one inch of even more badly written lewd parts. All that in voices and with feelings.

More like BBGG, as we play evil party.
And he takes his time to play with his grandchildren. Those we haven't kidnapped, murdered or brainwashed into serving us yet.

I want Lord Dominator to make me cry.

But in response to your question, he mostly likes to read in his study.

...

For an ancient evil stuck in a prison outside space and time, every second is a long day that you never get to relax from.

All it can do is sit and wait until the planets align and it gers to enjoy 30 minutes of ending civilization before having to wait another millenia.

Dont even get to enjoy the manipulating it dors to get there, its all just the instincts of its pressence residue.

That's Craig, you wallop.

>destroying Wander's banjo

Gather her friends and have a girls' night out at the karaoke bar. Discuss taoist magic, boys and gossip about other witches.

Then get brown-girl-wasted on hard liquor and embarrass herself in front of everyone.

> Evil chaos sorcerer who has trouble destroying a group of interstellar scavengers on a literal trash heap of a world in bumfuck nowhere.
> Literally depressed at his utter failure to obliterate them.
> Consistently trolled by the Commandant in charge of their rag tag planetary defence force of tribal tech hoarders.
> Crippled his flagship with a cannon made of shit.
> Thing falls apart the moment it's fired and kills thousands of ragtag guardsmen, but the damage is done.
> Traitor marine honor guard decimated.
> His apprentices dead.
> His library destroyed.
> Cries into the chalice of his enemies' blood and wonders if this heresy business was such a good idea.

Seriously, guy doesn't catch a break. I look forward to seeing him die in shame one day.
> One day.

It doesn't really have a concept of relaxation. It wasn't programmed with that concept, and it never encountered a situation that would cause it to discover it and reprogram itself with it. That is why when it suffers glitches due to software fragmentation, it will be unable to repair itself and leave itself vulnerable to the heroes.

>Butthurt Duk'Zarist detected.
It's like I can hear you sobbing over your Crystaltreeputer all the way in my interstellar battlestation.

She's the Empress of Caledonia, the Great Not! Roman Empire.
When she isn't running half the known world, she's got Theater, Orchestras, Balls, Entertaining the kings and queens in name only of the nations Caledonia has claimed as their own and even a private country side she can have carriage rides and picnics in, complete with acted highwaymen and women to make things 'authentic'.

Fucks with the PCs.

Takes a time to go out of its four dimensional impossibly large space-warping fortress and go for a casual swim about the infinitely deep and vast dark expanses of the deep ocean, while holding conversations with its favorite underlings who escort him.
Maybe go visit one of the many underwater isles (which remain in the surface) where innocent civilizations lay, and, depending on its fickle mood, either forcibly impart some of its forbidden knowledge upon someone's fragile mind and see how the cult goes this time - or just plain rip everything apart for a meal, before resetting the time in the island so it can do that again some other day.
Or maybe make a guest appearance in some japanese cartoon. Being a tentacled abomination means that you get lots of opportunity for these, y'know.

Please, I need Sauce. I've tried Google, Yandex, iqdb, and wait, and I got nothing.

>a flip of all people talking shit

One reads several books, has tea and writes.

Another one goes through several combat drills and has a feast.

Yet another one kicks back, chats with everyone and reads a porno mag or two.

The fourth one regales the younger mooks from their organization with stories and makes merry

The last one meditates and snuggles with one of the previous ones.

>sucy.jpg

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lmgtfy.com/?q=sucy manga

Okay, but I'm still not seeing the doujin it's from? At least, I assume it's a doujin, because as far as I know, there's no official LWA doujin. Maybe you got different google results than I did.

Or did you just think I didn't know best witch? If so, shame on you. The whole reason I needed the sauce, was because I wanted a Sucy doujin.

It's sleeping in. It has been for a whole long while. While it sleeps in, the players can compete. If it wakes up, they're going to have a bad day. The worst one in their life, in fact.

Fuck you op, the bad guy song is stuck in my head again now

I liked that the moral from happy the go lucky Wander was "some people are just dicks and can't be saved".

Very interesting message.

>Goddess of Entropy
>Losing to War Gods

I am pretty sure Entropy is a much, much broader and more powerful purview than war.

Depends on where their power comes from. If it's by worshipers, I could totally believe 'war' had more adherents than 'entropy', especially in a fantasy setting.

Has a single glass of champagne while looking at the cryo-tube containing his wife and the nano intelligence containing his daughters soul. Less of a BBEG and more a tragic figure. Half of a brilliant scientist couple, his wife froze herself rather then succumb to a terminal disease. He's working on a cure with nanomachines, his daughter comes down with the same thing. He can't save her, but instead creates a process where someone can transfer their souls into the machines. This sparks massive social disorder, as vast numbers of people abandon their organic lives in favour of metal ones, which angers the gods and has them abandon the world. The gods are vital to maintaining the worlds balance, so the party is tracking down the BBEG to avert global cataclysm.

Rolls a fat roach, pours a stiff drink, then fucks a reporter who then eventually is murdered under suspicious circumstances.

Drinks wine and eats onion soup because he is French.

because not every setting is forgotten realms

Probably sleeping soundly as possible. After all, this is a favourite past-time for every nameless, ageless horrors from outer space trapped in our world, besides patiently waiting for a morons to uncover them.

>It's a great technique for keeping focus on the storyline.

Best answer

LONG AGO IN A DISTANT BED

I, AKU, SHAPESHIFTING MASTER OF NAPPING

UNLEASHED AN UNSPEAKABLE CUTENESS

>an infinite loop of cocaine and evil
Jesus Christ, is there anybody that could stop Snow Flame?

Anti-paladins get their spells refresh at dusk instead of dawn.

He literally fell because he loves to sleep in.

The number of LWA doujins is low enough that you can take it from there by trial and error.
hint: hitomi.la has this one, in English

because he has somehow managed to capture my fetish.
I am -all about- ladies who are equal if not greater opponents that you have to struggle to defeat and then bed.
I just can't find any ladies in real life who want to shiv me though. That, and I'm not a high flying billionaire, so I can't defeat and then seduce the zeppelin pirate queen.