I can’t promise to answer them all quickly (busy with family) but if you’d like to send a holiday wish / comment to your fave character please do so and they’ll answer!
One ask per person please and I’ll only answer once (no RP back and forth this time).
Let’s have some holiday fun!
Wishing you all a very safe and merry Christmas! I know the holidays are not all cheer and fun for some and so I’m sending big internet hugs to all of you who may not have someone(s) to share this time of year with.
In most stories, there is a tangible villain that works at every opportunity to stop your hero from reaching their goal. They are oftentimes the epitome of evil and hatred, depending on how extremely their villainy runs. In many ways, they are almost as important as the main character, so here are some tips on developing them well.
- Villains should be handled with the same deep thought as heroes.
- Just because they’re the villain doesn’t mean they aren’t a very major character, and complex characters are always more favorable than simple, boring characters. Develop their appearance and personality in detail. Formulate a backstory. Understand the motivations behind what they do, and let their actions reflect their internal desires.
- Find ways to make your villain stand out from other villains.
- Most villains are maniacal. They are almost all willing to do terrible things in order to get what they want. A lot of villains are related to their character in some way, and sometimes this relationship is revealed in a plot twist. These are all well and good, but trying to make these ideas seem fresh and interesting is difficult nowadays. Play with your ideas and tweak these tropes, or maybe even disregard them all together. Do what you can to make your villain not sound like another Voldemort or Darth Vader. (Reading your work and/or having others read your work is a good way to see if your villain (and other characters, too) are interesting and unique enough.)
- Consider that your villain is (probably) still human.
- Even if they aren’t human in the technical sense, they probably still have human emotions. Give your character depth by exploring their sense of morality and where they came from. Why do they think what they’re doing is acceptable. Do they think it’s acceptable? What happened that lead them up to this point of villainy?
- Explore your villain’s relationship with the other characters.
- Are they closely connected with your hero and the hero’s friends? Are they in no way related? What did the good characters do to get on the villain’s bad side? How deep does your villain’s anger or hatred for your hero run? Do they hate them at all, or are they doing what they’re doing for another reason? Are the things that your villain is doing a direct result of the hero’s actions, or was there another cause?
- Decide what the end result of the villain’s actions will be.
- You have one of two very basic routes this can take: your villain can either defeat or be defeated by the hero. The hero also has one of two routes (if they defeat the villain): they can defeat them by force and kill/imprison/etc. them, or they can “convert” them to the good side. How will this decision affect your villain? How will it affect the overall story? How will it affect the other characters? What will the long-term effects be?
- Their motivations must be believable.
- Too often the villain comes off as cheesy or unsatisfying because there doesn’t seem to be a good reason for them to be acting against the main character. Their actions and motivations should be just as definitive and interesting as any other character’s. Try to avoid falling into the trap of “sworn revenge” for no good reason–or, even worse, copping out by saying the villain is “just crazy”.
More great tips!
Since these go great together, they’re paired.
K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)
M: Morning (Describe morning sex)
The buzz of your cell phone wakes you, hand dashing to grab it before your bed partner wakes up, however unlikely that may be. Aomine needs at least four alarms and even then he’ll only get up when you literally kick his ass out of bed. Smiling to yourself, you rise, throwing a fluffy robe around your shoulders and slippers on your feet. Padding gently through the apartment, you smile at the soft fall of snow; it’s been a beautiful winter so far.
Entering the kitchen, you turn on the light, humming as you gather ingredients to make breakfast.
Rotating from the fridge, you gasp as your body collides with another, the eggs in your hand a lost cause to the floor. Hand over your chest, you push against his. “You scared the life out of me! Since when do you get up this early without provocation?”
“Who says I wasn’t provoked?” His voice is lower, still holding on to the dredges of sleep but casting your eyes downward brings into view the fact that he’s still fully naked…and raging hard.
“…You woke up like that?” you ask a bit breathless. No matter how many times you’ve been with him, the vision Aomine makes in the flesh is…well…breathtaking.
“Hmmmmhmmmm,” he moans, mouth now against your neck, fingers pulling at the knot of your robe. “And you’re gonna help me out.” With a final tug, he wrenches open the material and the cold of the room makes you shiver, body pressing into his instinctively. You can feel him grin against your skin, surprisingly warm hands trailing up your back to draw you even closer. Lifting you up, he turns but instead of taking you back to bed, he surprises you by shoving off whatever items reside on the breakfast bar and laying you flat against its surface.
You cry out, “Daiki, what on earth-” but further protests are silenced by his head burying itself between your thighs, he tongue prodding deeply into your tight, wet heat.
“It’s like you read my mind baby,” he says, voice muffled by your skin. “I was in the mood for something sweet for breakfast.”
I’m doing much better, thank you! Sorry these took so long! I lumped them together into one scene, I hope you enjoy it!
O: Orgasm (Describe coming–who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)
F: Firsts (First time having sex together)
Aomine has always talked a big game…about everything. From basketball to the bedroom, he’s proclaimed his talents but now, in the heat of the moment, he’s wondering if he’s doing it right. Do you like when he touches you? Is he making you uncomfortable with all the noises he makes? He hopes not, because he just can’t help it, this feels so good.
You feel so good and he’s not even in you yet.
He can’t kiss you fast enough, tongue eager to taste every inch so his movements are rapid, hands trailing over soft skin with a fervency born of absolute need.
“Please, let me, I wanna try it,” he asks against your mouth. Blushing, you avert your gaze but nod compliance to his request.
Grinning like he won the lottery, Aomine quickly moves toward the foot of the bed, positioning himself between your thighs. Up until now, he’s only touched you here and that was with your clothes still on. But here you are, spread before him and he’s looking at you like a starving man viewing a feast.
“Daiki.” Your voice is tiny, nerves and a little fear still present.
He looks up, rubbing his rough palm over the flesh of your inner thigh. “It’s ok baby, trust me. I’ll stop whenever you say to, ok?”His voice is gentle, more gentle than you’ve ever heard him speak.
You nod and he leans down again, making himself comfortable. Shifting his head, he opens his mouth, sticks out his tongue and licks you from base to clit.
“Daiki,” you sigh, body both tensing and relaxing. He grins, diving back in, feeling around with his tongue, tasting your essence for the first time. A moan from your lips draws his attention up, his dick firming as he watches you play with your breasts while he pleasures your pussy. He sucks in one side of your lip, finger rubbing the other as he figures out what you like.
Moving up, he flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue making you gasp out, “Oh, right there. Please, Daiki, that feels so good.”
He moans into you, lips pursing around your nub which he sucks and teases. Your moans are louder now, breath panting and the tremble of your thighs clues him in to your impending release. Carefully, he inserts one finger and crooks it up; which pushes you over the edge. You shout his name to the ceiling, body trembling as your orgasm rips through you. He draws it out as long as he can, only leaning up to take in breath when he’s sure he’s wrung all he can out of this one.
When he looks up again, your eyes are already on him, a blissful smile on your face.
“So I take it, you liked that?” he asks, smug grin in place.
You nod, heavy eyelids closing as you roll to your side. Aomine sits up, taking a drink of water and wiping his mouth clean then spoons up to your naked backside. Time enough for his turn later, right now, he just wants to hold you.
O: Orgasm (Describe coming–who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)
“Fuck baby, you feel so damn good!” Aomine hisses through clenched teeth, ramming into you harder, his pelvis colliding with your ass. You know he’s close by how firm his grip on your hips is. A smack to your cheek makes you cry out his name and you bear down on his dick with your inner walls. “Damn it, you know that’s gonna get me to come, you brat,” he half groans, half laughs. But it doesn’t stop him from pistoning like a madman into you.
A few seconds later, he stills pressed in as deep as he can, fingers digging bruises into your flesh as he unleashes his seed into the condom.
Pulling out, he flops to his back, not even bothering to remove the full load.
“That, was literally fucking awesome,” he pants. Casting side eyes to you, he grins. “Now straddle my face, it’s your turn.”
R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)
Aomine couldn’t help it, you looked just too damn good. Casting his glance from side to side and finding the shop girl busy with another patron, he swiftly entered the dressing room, drawing a startled squeak from your lips.
Before you could process what was happening, he had you pressed against the mirror, hand trailing under the dress you’d yet to take off and sliding along the line of your panties.
“Daiki, get out!” you whispered harshly.
“Mmmmm, don’t you mean, get in?” he purred against the shell of your ear, finger teasing the top of your sex. “You look so damn sexy baby, please, let me fuck you.”
“You’re insatiable, I swear.” You tried to sound annoyed but your breathy sigh gave him just enough of a green light to keep going.
“Don’t kid yourself, you know this turns you on as much as it does me,” he insisted, mouth trailing hot wet kisses down your throat.
Just as he was about to unbuckle his pants, a knock on the door startled you both.
“Are you ok miss? I think your boyfriend may have wandered off, would you like me to find him?”
Aomine chuckled but your elbow to his stomach had him coughing and you fake coughing to cover his noise.
“No…no thank you! I’m pretty much done, he’s probably just in the car!”
“Oh, ok. Let me know if I can be of any help.”
“You can help by getting the fuck out of here,” Aomine grumbled.
“What was that?” she asked, twisting the knob.
“Nothing! Sorry, just arguing with the dress, I’m really alright!”
A beat passed, then her footsteps moved away.
“Daiki, let go, I’ll give you a blowjob when we get home,” you offered, pushing on the mirror to force him backwards but he held firm, erection pushing against your ass.
“I’m not going out there with this raging boner, so you best do something about it now,” he grunted, trailing your hand to the front of his pants.
“It’s not my fault you can’t control yourself! Just think of something unpleasant, like Kise’s coach naked or something.”
His face twisted to agony, mind’s eye going where he didn’t want it despite his best effort, deflating him rather quickly. He smacked your ass before opening the door. “You’re gonna pay for that, wench.”
Less accident, more unexpected but I hope you like it nonetheless
Kuroo hissed in pain. “Well, that’s gonna leave a mark,” he grunted to his captor, eyes narrowing at the silver blade glistening in the swinging low light. But before he could be cut again, an explosion caught both their attention.
Standing in front of a newly formed hole in the brick was another werewolf, though much smaller than either of the males despite their still being in human form. She growled, eyes glowing red, claws descending as she took a step towards Kuroo’s tormentor.
Kuroo’s eyes widened as her scent washed over him.
“________?” he asked despite his certainty.
She didn’t flinch, didn’t look at him, just kept her prey in sight. With a low snarl, she charged forward, slamming head long into the stomach of the other male.
He grunted. “I knew you’d come! And now I’m gonna show you why no one leaves me, you stupid bitch!”
Kuroo struggled against his bonds harder, cursing and shouting for her to get out of here while part of his mind focused on the fact that he’d not known until this moment she was one of his own kind! Did she know he was too? Or did she think he’d just gotten caught up in this world?
He couldn’t see behind him, but he could hear the fight, its brutality flashing in his mind’s eye and he couldn’t help assume things were going badly for her. A final howl of pain, deeper than expected, indicated the end and Kuroo couldn’t keep his incredulity off his face as she came back into view, fur matted with blood and breathing heavy. She was wounded, that was for sure, but she was alive and he let go of the breath he was holding.
Their eyes met, hers full of sorrow but before Kuroo could open his mouth to thank her, much less explain his own true nature, she was gone in a blur into the night. Did she…really just leave him strung up? Twenty minutes later, when Kenma and Yamamoto showed up, he learned they received “an anonymous” tip on where to find him.
“What the hell happened, Kuroo?” Yamamoto practically shouted as he undid his binds.
“What’s it look like?” snapped their pack leader. “I got ambushed then left with that asshole.” He pointed to the mass of guts and fur on the floor. “And then ________ showed up and-”
“________?!” Yamamoto screamed. “Where is she? Is she ok?”
“She’s the one who saved my ass!”
Kenma’s eyes widened, Yamamoto’s mouth fell open and Kuroo rubbed his forehead. Taking a deep breath, he looked at his fellow wolves. “Look, thanks for coming, but I gotta find her. She’s one of us and she doesn’t know it.”
“She doesn’t know she’s a werewolf?” Yamamoto asked, scratching his head.
Kenma groaned. “No, she doesn’t know we’re werewolves.”
Kuroo morphed into wolf form, tearing into the night, following her scent easily. Before long, he found her, back in human form, crouched before the river. He could smell her tears and stress and his heart cracked at her turmoil. Sensing his presence, she stood rapidly revealing her skin now clear of the blood and guts from her kill showing she’d bathed in the rushing cold water. A shiver racked her body, but she remained firm, eyes hard as she stared him down.
Before she could morph again, Kuroo shifted back into human form. Her eyes grew wide, hand covering her mouth. Without a word, she ran to him, throwing her arms around his neck. They both winced at the impact, but neither was willing to let go.
“I…I….I didn’t know, I thought you’d be…I don’t know.” She can’t speak, words mixing and tripping over each other.
“Shhhh, it’s ok,” he soothed, hand smoothing down her wet hair. Pulling back, he looked at her, one large hand covering the side of her face. “Thanks for saving me,” he said grinning, leaning in to nuzzle her nose.
She shook her head, eyes filled with tears. “I can’t believe he did that, I…I’m so sorry Kuroo.”
“That was your former alpha I’m guessing?”
She nodded, eyes casting to the ground. He tilted her head back up, mouth covering hers in a long deep kiss. Against her lips he whispered, “Now that you know the truth about me and I know the truth about you…and we love each other this much, do you…will you be my omega?” His teeth grazed her skin, fangs teasing. “Will you let me mark you?”
“Yes, but not here,” she replied, crowding closer to his body, seeking heat and comfort.
“Fine by me,” he agreed but they remained where they were, the reality of the situation overcoming them both. There was time later for what he was proposing, but in that moment, they just wanted to hold each other, thankful for their lungs still inhaling the cold night air and their hearts beating in tandem for love and devotion to one another.
This is such a cute ask!!! We had to do this one in time for the holidays 😀
~Admins Alyx and Emma
Tanaka
- He and Nishinoya definitely made a point of putting mistletoe up in strategic locations, hoping to get kissed by cute girls
- That said, he was not actually expecting it. You completely take him by surprise, and even though you only kissed him on the cheek, he freezes, his eyes going wide as saucers.
- When you lean back he’s blushing bright red. He opens his mouth like he’s going to speak, but is interrupted by a loud “NICE, RYUU!!!” from Noya.
- Even you’re a little embarrassed at that, because now everyone is looking at you two.
- You both laugh nervously and make your way away from the mistletoe, but you find him outside later and kiss him again–this time not just on the cheek.
Yamamoto
- He lingers near mistletoe, hoping maybe to get lucky
- Yet another part of him is absolutely terrified of getting kissed in public. He’s not at that level yet.
- When you do approach him with your sweet smile and cute sweater, he nearly melts. You point out the mistletoe that he’s been standing under with a giggle, and he tries to put on a brave face, but he’s dying inside.
- Your kiss tastes like hot cocoa, and even if its small and chaste, he just about combusts
- After he composes himself he puffs up with pride and stomps over to Tanaka and Kuroo to brag that HE got kissed! See? There’s a lipstick mark to prove it!!!
- Not before he gets your number, of course.
Kyoutani
- Sweet baby avoids doorways, arches, ceiling fans, and idiots with those stupid novelty headbands just in case. He hates the custom, for the most part. Less because of the kissing and more because the public nature of it. Kissing is intimate, damn it, not something a plant should tell him to do just because.
- His only exception, to be honest, is if you’re there. He’ll still get shy and weird if you push it, though.
- However, if you make it a sweet, chaste kiss on his cheek, his nose, or his forehead, he is extremely weak.
- Save the big kisses for when you’re in private, though. He does get extremely shy and flustered about it, and he really doesn’t need Oikawa or Yahaba teasing him about it.
Koganegawa
- Completely oblivious to the fact that the mistletoe is there.
- When you kiss him, he is really, genuinely confused. He just kind of stares at you, his eyebrows pulling together as he tries to work out what’s going on.
- After puzzling over it silently for a few moments, he manages a very eloquent “Huh?!”
- “Mistletoe,” you say with an amused grin, and watch as he looks up and realizes where you’re both standing. He blinks several times, and you can see the moment it sinks in that yes, you actually did just kiss him.
- He continues to stand there for several minutes even after you walk away. “You broke him!” Futakuchi says with a laugh, waving a hand in front of Koganegawa’s face.
Tendou
- He’s a big fan of catching other people standing under the mistletoe and obnoxiously informing them that they have to kiss each other now (and then teasing them about it).
- You can’t help but notice that he’s pretty careful to avoid the mistletoe himself, though.
- You have plenty of patience, though. You stand just close enough to the mistletoe that you don’t get caught under it with someone else, and wait until Tendou slips up.
- When he does, you step forward and clear your throat, pointing up at the mistletoe. His eyes flit upwards before widening suddenly.
- “Your turn,” you say, before tugging him down by the collar to kiss him sound on the lips.
- He stares at you as you pull back, his cheeks bright red. You kiss him once more on the nose, because he’s too cute.
Bokuto
- Stands or walks under the mistletoe as much as he possibly can.
- It’s really kind of adorable; his eyes are bright and excited, and it’s impossible to miss how he keeps glancing at you.
- You don’t wait long before you indulge him, acting like you just happened to walk under the mistletoe at the same time he did.
- “Aha!” he says, pointing up at the mistletoe with a wide grin.
- You smile and throw your arms around his neck, giving him a thorough kiss; “Merry Christmas, babe.”
Lev
- He’s wondering why you told him to stand still under the mistletoe.
- He’s also nervous because you whispered in Kuroo’s ear and now Kuroo is giving him that Look and he feels very attacked right now.
- You return. You have a chair? Why do you have a chair?
- You plunk the chair in front of him. You climb on the chair.
- You give him a little smooch while standing on the chair.
- He’s confused for a solid two hours, but once he gets it, he literally can’t stop laughing. Don’t worry, you and Yaku can team up on his titan ass later.
Terushima
- He’s one of those idiots with the mistletoe on a headband (or worse–on his belt buckle)
- He likes to jump around the party, telling everyone they have to kiss him! It’s tradition!
- Even if you brush him off initially, he’s persistent. You’ve caught his attention and now he’s a dog with a bone and doesn’t want to let go.
- Even if it’s just a little peck on the cheek to get him to shut up, he’s silenced pretty much immediately.
- If it’s something more, though, he definitely needs some time to figure out how to Can again, because he’s broken now.
Awwww!!!! These are so cute !
She hadn’t meant for him to find out this way. In fact, she hadn’t meant for him to find out at all. “I understand,” she says, voice breaking as her last feather shifts back to skin, “if you want nothing more to do with me.”
Kyotani grunts, “Tch, don’t be stupid.” She lifts her head quickly, eyes widening when he morphs into a red tailed hawk. “Let’s go fly,” he “screams”.
Ushijima touches her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his. “I’d be quite the hypocrite if I didn’t want to be with you because of this.” He takes a step back, shifting into a white eagle (cliche, I know but I had to with him). She sees a gentle glow in his piercing dark eyes, warming her within.
Kageyama’s bottom lip juts out in a slight pout. “Well, if that’s how you feel, what do you think of me?” She looks up in time to watch him transform into a glorious raven, a deep caw exiting his dark beak.
Izuki smiles, drawing her into his arms. “Birds of a feather, flock together,” he chuckles, startling her when he steps back and snaps into his black eagle form.
Koganei’s eyes are wide but so is his smile. “You’re so beautiful,” he says enthusiastically. But then he blushes, suddenly shy. “I…I don’t really wanna show you this but since I saw yours…” He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath as he transforms into his tawny brown owl form. He shrugs his wings, winking and making her smile.
So this kind of ended up on the sci-side of the supernatural spectrum but I hope you enjoy it!
His lungs burned, the heat and dust in the air piercing the sensitive tissue but he wouldn’t stop running. He heard her fall, the crush of gravel against her knees making her cry out. Turning, he picked her up in one go, throwing her over his shoulder and took off once more; he’d no time for decency.
Ahead he could see their sanctuary, where even the bots couldn’t reach them and increased his pace.
“Iwaizumi, just go, leave me, I’m not worth it, I’ll just-”
“Shut the hell up idiot!” he snapped.
To his right, the ground exploded in a burst of red; they weren’t shooting stuns anymore. He shirked to the left, only to narrowly avoid another shot. “Hemming me in,” he considered, ducking behind a large boulder. He set her down, drawing out his own weapon and checked its charge; only two, maybe three shots at best.
He better make them count.
Taking a deep breath, he looked around their cover and took quick aim upon one of their pursuers. The press of his trigger brought about another explosion, this time from a direct hit to the bot’s power pack.
“Yes!” he hissed, fist clenched. Upon the same, he felt the warmth of her hand. Turning his head brought them face to face, her white eyes imploring.
“Iwaizumi,” she begged, voice soft, “please, just let me go. I…I’m just a replication, a program, a…a thing. You…you’re alive. There’s no…you’re irreplaceable.”
From around the corner he could hear they were running out of time. He frowned, shaking his head and her grip from his hand. Refocusing his attention, Iwaizumi fired off two more shots, missing one while the other clipped the shoulder of one of the other bots. “Damn, we don’t have time to wait anymore,” he grunted. He turned, ordering, “Get on my back!” When she didn’t move he added roughly, “Now! Or we’re both really gonna die!”
When he felt the pressure of her body, he stood. Inhaling another breath, he took off once more, feet slamming against the ground. His body ached, he was sure he’d lost too much blood and he was quite literally dying of thirst, but he was going to get them out of this desert!
Finally, by some miracle, he breached the fortress’s perimeter, calling out, “Iwaizumi and one, seeking sanctuary!” He didn’t stop running, placing all trust on the occupants inside to hear his plea for safety. A deep rumble indicated their answer; they were saved!
A door opened, laser blasts flying over his head to give them cover and protect the entrance. Iwaizumi wasn’t sure where he found the ability but he ran faster, legs positively on fire, into the cool dark of their new home. WIth a resounding crash the door fell closed once more, shrouding them in complete darkness.
Panting heavily, he fell to the ground, both he and his passenger rolling a few feet before stopping on their backs. Greedily he gulped in air, willing his pulse and heart to slow down so he wouldn’t pass out. Her presence next to him was comforting, her own breath soft but loud in the seemingly cavernous darkness. Suddenly, a light fell upon them and in the center stood a silhouette outlined in the beam of warmth, comforting instead of blistering like the outside.
“Welcome, Iwaizumi Hajime and guest,” the form, male in tone said.
Iwaizumi could laugh, he was so relieved to have finally made it here. All the pain, all the hardship, all the shit they’d gone through, it was worth it because now…now they were in Freedom.
“This is ______,” he offered to their host as he stood, extending his hand to take hers.
“A beauty for sure,” complimented the man, stepping towards them. He tilted her downcast head, eyes filled with admiration and welcome. “You’ve come a long way. Which factory were you made in?”
She blushed, averting her gaze. “Sector 8,” she answered simply.
“Ah, I can see why you would need to come here then,” he replied. Turning to Iwaizumi, he added, “Let’s get you both cleaned up and then I think some food and water are in order. I’m Kuroo, by the way.” He pivoted, walking back the way he came, beckoning them to follow.
As Iwaizumi took a step, he halted when her hand grabbed his and turned back to face her. “Iwaizumi, I…I’m sorry,” she whispered, tears evident in her tone even if she could not shed them. “I shouldn’t have doubted you. I shouldn’t have been so ungrateful. I-”
He cut her off with a firm kiss. “You can make it up to me later,” he said, hand on her cheek. Then he smiled. “However you wish, you’re free now. And I never want to hear you say you’re not worth anything. Just because they treated you like a disposable doesn’t mean it’s true. And I’ll never treat you as anything but what you are…the woman I love.”
She threw her arms around his neck, both of them stumbling slightly thanks to his fatigue but he held fast, face buried in her hair.
He’d never intended to fall in love with a clone, but now that he had, he’d been willing to sacrifice everything to keep her safe. From her creators, from the law that called her “thing” and from those who sought to destroy what they didn’t understand.
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