I know I'm already doing an analysis or theory kind of thing of the VSmp vampires (and humans) of vampiric traits that they would have if they were vampires or as vampires but this makes me want to do the reverse so bad... What special abilities would the vampires have as humans like how v!Legs has Stop The Bleeding (cc!Owen you are so evil for this) and Pearl has Sharpened Nails, what abilities would the vampires have as humans if they got those too.... I'm a big fan of Human v!Scott so obviously I've been in my thinking chair, maybe I'll write a list of ideas at some point...
UPDATE! I DID IT!!! I cooked so hard bros. I peaked. Have fun reading my loveliess
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 1 · Y'ALL ASKED, Y'ALL WANTED... SO I DELIVER! Special Human Abilities for the ENTIRE Cast of Vampires! I put WAY too much and
It's really weird how Scarecrow's hideout in Arkham Asylum was literally under the evaluators in a vent shaft
and it's full of straw
where did he get all that-- Did he just stuff a whole bale down there? Did he put a chunk in his pockets each time he went in and out?
and then there's the mushrooms and roaches. There's also a whole entire tv and photographs of batman galore. One human skull and fire extinguisher too. Probably because of the hay. lol ya know, it's a fire hazard.
waitg .... cait having you suck off her rifle when shes having a grumpy day . Hey.Whats up
Definitely ♡
Imagine her with her dark blue uniform. Blouse a bit messy, half open. You can glance at what's beneath, hardened nipples and a heavy chest.
She won't say it out loud, but the effect she's having on you is mutual. And in any other circumstance, she would be whining on your neck.
She's got you on your knees. Legs and arms tied enough for you to move and hurt, but not too much.
You're almost completely naked, just a pair of lacy underwear– way too thin for her liking. "You wanted this didn't you?" She leaned forward, elbows on her knees. The right amount to reveal more of her breasts to you.
You could feel her soft blue strands of hair brushing your face from above. A hateful look on her face.
"You think you're smarter than me." Her tone a mix of fake curiosity and pity. "You're not."
You only nodded, looking at her through your lashes as you felt the edge of her cold, thick boot slide between your legs.
"Don't waste my time, love." Her nails digged into the soft of your neck. Fingers tightening enough to leave you breathless the second you started to grind your hips against her shoe.
She looked proud. Having you like this, on your knees and so whiling. It was all she wanted, all she needed. Her pretty girl– her favorite girl, desperate to use and be used.
Caitlyn waited. She was calculated, so precise, and always in control. You would never be an exception, not even when the one dripping wet was her.
She observed how your brows tightened in a weak curvature right above your nose. How your lips quivered open each time the edge of her boot touched your clit. She clenched her jaw at the obscene sounds you let out. How you eventually started to call for her name. And only there she let go of your neck, allowing you to breathe once again. It was brief, of course. No punishment of hers would last this little.
You saw and heard how she tilted back. How the chair of her office matched the loud of your wet folds. How she took the perfectly displayed rifle from her office and pointed at you. It wasn't new, but each time it caught you off guard.
"You never learn, do you?" Her mockery was almost as if disappointed, a fake pout similar to disgust at the sight of you. But you knew better than to believe this. She couldn't hate you, not really.
If she did, you're sure she would've never allowed you on her office nor her room.
Caitlyn was always so tidy, so controlling. You knew everything about her was a privilege.
"Open." She commanded like she had been waiting for hours. And you locked your gaze before doing what she asked. A bit of saliva connecting your lips before the cold entered your tongue.
It seemed to soothe a pain in her, a discomfort.
"Good girl."
You kept on grinding against her boot. It's sharpness fitting you just fine. At one point, in a silent act of gratitude, she allowed her boot to provide friction, too.
Her hand pushed the rifle deeper inside your mouth, admiring the sight. Admiring the sounds.
Your whines turning into moans, your stomach tightening each time you got too overstimulating and too close to cumming. Your mouth fighting to follow the depth, the saliva dripping down your chin and into your chest.
"You wanna cum?" It was almost sweet how she spoke. You nodded eagerly, hoping and praying she would feel bad and let you have it at least once tonight.
Her hands adjusted the rifle between her legs as she mocked a manspread. "Work for it... I know you can."
every so often i think about the run Mihari took Mahiro on at the very begginning of onimai and i wanna write about that and their relationship as siblings and everything!!!
Mahiro absolutely adores her sister, we've known that from the start and so much has confirmed it throughout the series. that fact doesn't mean they always had a perfect relationship though, and i'd argue that what they had before Mahiro's years of isolation was quite unhealthy and hurting the both of them...
mahiro calls her "too impressive" here, and i think that between that and so many other little moments, she's always fallen back on comparing herself to Mihari (｡>﹏<)
but i mean who wouldnt!? when your younger sister has always been the top of her class, a social butterfly, and stupidly talented at so many different things, its so difficult not to see how much worse off you are!
you have no real friends, you try your hardest to take care of your little sister because you love her so much, even though she's a constant reminder of your inferiority, and all the while youre dealing with quickly increasing symptoms of depression and (unbeknownst to you) gender dysphoria...
then what about Mihari? when your older brother has always been so incredible, someone youve looked up to with your whole heart, so much that you put all your effort into impressing him by being the best sister he could ask for and... he's proud sure, its what you wanted, but something just feels off and now he's slowly closing up more and more (•᷄- •᷅ ;)
eventually this came to a halt when Mahiro became a complete hikineet, and it left both with lasting damage that it would take a long while to recover from...
mihari was the first to recover - in a couple ways at least!
she basically became Mahiros caretaker during these years, and in that way she came to understand how much Mahiro had really done for her beforehand
She knew her sibling still wasnt happy though, which is what lead to the Mahiro Rehabilitation Program!!!
it was a program that ultimately worked, caused so much good to happen in both of their lives and caused Mahiro to finally appreciate how much her sister does for her (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)
it completely shifted their dynamic to one thats so much healthier now :D
Mahiro finally lets herself be taken care of and spends her effort on recovery instead of on taking care of someone else!
at the same time, Mihari is finally putting her own effort into something she always needed (to see Mahiro improve by the twos combined ) instead of what she used to want (to get praised by Mahiro for the accomplishments she silently did to impress him)
well at least that's all the way I see it, if anyone has any other thoughts or anything they disagree with me on let me know hehe
okay its a super short moment but this exchange implies to me a couple things:
-the question being directed at isabel makes me think that the others in the group perceive isabel to be the closest to valentina relationship-wise. seems like its assumed that isabel and valentina communicate their whereabouts to each other or at the very least are typically in each others company
-her answer makes me think isabel is usually the first one awake in the mornings, and that maybe they say good morning or spend time together (even just getting ready or something at the same time idk) so it was notable that valentina wasn't around.
-also their dorm room doors are usually closed, so how does isabel know valentina would be gone unless she actually checked inside her room? is this a normal thing for her to do rather than assume valentina is still sleeping?
enjoying peace and quiet when i wondered... if i knocked on a space marine's chest would actually sound like a very dense drum. like... donk. or, thunk
