#anyway. Shortie.

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

VH - Divide And Conquer

(Tw: attempted torture)

“I can't believe we finally have caught the legendary Vampire Hero”, said Villain.

The two Heroes glanced at each other and shrugged. The taller one frowned.

“Legendary ?” he repeated.

Villain looked at him with interest.

“Oh yes,” he said. “Many have fallen before your might, Vampire Hero. At least two or three of my opponents are behind the bars because of you.”

“Two or three and you call that legendary ? You're easy to impress.”

The other Hero was nervously following the exchange. Compared to his companion, he seemed much younger and frailer. His eyes were shinier and shinier with tears that did not quite fall. When at least it looked like he couldn't take it anymore, he stepped between the two, saying:

“Stop ! It's my fault ! It's all my fault if we got caught. Hurt me, not him!”

Villain gave the young Hero an amused look:

“Why is that little thing with you, Vampire Hero ?”

His interlocutor shrugged:

“You know. He's new. I'm supposed to show him the ropes or something. You have to teach them some way or some other. ”

“Is that so.”

Villain lift the smaller Hero's chin with a finger:

“My dear little one, how can I hurt him ? Many have tried and many have failed. I'll just make him have a nice little sunbath so he's neutralized. But since you've asked so nicely, I will take care of you.”

“Surely there must be another way ! I'm sure you can do better. I-I'm sure that deep inside, you're a little pure of heart.”

“ You heard your protector, you need to learn.”

He grabbed Hero by the arm, who turned his head toward the man who accompanied him. The latter just shrugged.

“Do you think he cares ?” simpered Villain to his ear. “Oh, he doesn't. He might be on your side, but Vampire Hero is evil. You're better off with me.”

Hero whimpered but didn't resist as he was dragged into the stairs.

“There are seventeen steps. Do you hear the sound they make ? There's an echo, so the prisoners down there can hear me coming. It’s all in the anticipation.”

In a sweet voice, he kept describing their surroundings while they were both descending into his torture room. During all the way, the small one didn’t dare fight back. He soon found himself tied up to a chair, helplessly squirming, his eyes giving a pleading look more than ever.

“So, young Hero,” purred Villain, “as it is your first time, I will make you a favor.”

“R-Really ?”

“Yes. Do you see all these instruments in the shelf in front of you ?”

Hero looked at the whips, the canes and the nails, and shuddered so violently it almost looked fake.

“I'm going to let you choose one among them. If not, I will choose, and you won't like it very much if I do.”

“You don't have to do this ! I-You just will make Vampire Hero angry and you don't want to !”

“You think he will rescue you?”

“I know he will.”

“How touching. But for now you're mine. So make your choice, before I get impatient.”

Hero pondered for a few seconds, then whispered:

“Um – the taser ? Yes – the taser, please.”

“If you ask so nicely.”

Villain delicately took the black rectangular shape in his hand and switched it on.

“Why, if I might ask ? Do you think it will hurt less than the others ? Let me prove you wrong.”

The half-hour that happened then looked much more pleasant for Villain than for Hero. And yet, as time passed, Villain felt somewhat uneasy. That had nothing to do with torturing a man, of course. He liked the thrashing, he liked the begging, he liked the naive faith of the innocent who was certain that he could be saved. Maybe that had something to do with the other Hero. While Villain was amusing himself, Vampire Hero was out of his sight. He might have been careless. He glanced at his watch, but Hero making a rather unconvincing whimper forced him to turn his head.

Perhaps that was the problem. Villain was used to the sounds of pain – the gasps, the moans, the howls, the cries and the pleas. He loved all of them without distinction, and of course he knew that they were a little different with each person. It was a familiar melody that Hero was singing, but thinking about it, it was slightly out of tune, and it got progressively worse. It was getting on his nerves. These rookies these days – they didn't even now how to scream right.

“Let's have a break,” he said.

“Oh well, I guess I’ve held that long.”

Villain raised an eyebrow, amused:

“Getting defiant, are we ? Careful, you sound like you’re disappointed.”

He stared into his prisoner’s eyes, hoping to get a look of terror, but all he got was a frown. Hero...genuinely looked displeased.

“Sorta”, he said. “In my time I didn’t have this kind of toys to play with. I guess having a little blue spark in your hand looks fun, but that doesn’t look like it does that much damage.”

“In your time ? What are you talking ab- wait.”

Hero tilted his head. For a moment he sounded impassible, but he broke soon enough. A loud, loud laugh resonated in the room, while the prisoner was squirming in his chair for a very different reason than before. His way of moving betrayed no pain at all.

“Are you shitting me,” said Villain, whose voice was now icy.

Hero grinned:

“You tell me, pal. I can’t believe you swallowed my “pure of heart” bullshit. I was laying it on so thick.”

Villain glared at him.

“Not that you were especially subtle either”, Hero added. “Oooh, the anticipation !” Do that again?”

Villain stood up and went to the door as fast as self-respect allowed. There was no one left under the sunlight. The guards were on the ground, unconscious.

“How -”

He turned back. Hero was now standing up, neglectfully throwing away the remnants of the straps that held him a moment before. He dramatically exclaimed, a hand on his heart:

“Oh no, he got away ! My, my. Poor little me. Tell you what, though. If Vampire Hero were so legendary, you should have bothered to know what he looks like. I didn’t mean to pass for someone else, but you’ve so graciously given me the opportunity.”

“It can’t be ! How could the – the other have escaped then ?”

“I hate to break it to you, but they are several heroes with super strength.”

Villain blushed and stayed quiet, his lips pursed. Hero picked up the taser, looked at it with curiosity, and switched it on. With a smile – a very worrying smile - he got closer.

“Hey, I warned you. I told you that Vampire Hero was going to rescue me.”

*

Vampire Hero is a recurring character. His job is to troll current villains. Check the Vampire Hero Masterlist or Tag for more snippets with him.

Or back to Hero x Villain Masterlist.

#hero x villain #villain and hero #hero villain community #writeblr #writers on tumblr #original fiction #my writing #writing snippet #writing drabble #writing dialogue #creative writing #vampire #vampire hero #hero and villain #heroes and villains #a little whumpy I guess #sorta I mean Villain tried hard #I wondered what it’d be like to classically whump a 100% pure innocent cinnamon roll whumpee #Vampire Hero just invited himself because nope #he chose the taser because most tools would have blown his cover immediately #no Zdiiiiiiiingbonnng was heard that day #truth is out: VH is a short #well I don’t wanna say “king” in his case but #”evil ex-empress’s husband” would be accurate #try to fit that on a business card #anyway. Shortie.

[egophiliac]

You can’t pick Lilia for this. But who is your other favorite short character in Twst?

I like the angry little king boy 🌹

#art #twisted wonderland #sorry epel and ortho i like you guys a lot too! #oh and grim i guess #wait how many other shorties are there in twst #anyway i have a lot of affection for episode 1 and for riddle's character arc #he is a terrible little bastard who is trying very hard to be a slightly less terrible little bastard #and i have feelings about his friendships with trey and cater and che'nya especially! #and how that relates to his upbringing and his dumpster fire of a mom and uhhhhhh you know. everything. #i don't know how to do the words about all the thoughts i have on fictional characters #me waving my hands frantically in the air: it's about LOVE and wanting to be LOVED this is what twst is ABOUT -- #(i am dragged bodily offstage by my collar)

[icegreyrose]

#the boys in the boat #bobby moch #don hume #joe rantz #roger morris #shorty hunt #jim mcmillin #johnny white #chuck day #gordy adam #idk this is sappy but have it anyway

[skyward-floored]

Link raises his sword, glaring at Cia.

“There’s nothing you have to say that I want to hear.”

“On the contrary, I think you’ll be quite interested. It has to do with your parentage... your real parentage,” Cia says as she leans on her staff, and Link’s eyes narrow, even as his heart jumps. It’s true he’s interested in where he came from, but learning it from Cia of all people... why would she offer him that? She must have an agenda of some kind.

“...What do you know about my parents?” he asks in a low voice, keeping his sword raised.

Cia laughs.

“A lot of things,” she smiles, so coyly it makes Link’s stomach roll. “In fact... I have it on good authority that the dragon knight Volga is your father, Link.”

Her words are like a slap to the face.

Of all the things he’d expected to come out of the sorceress’s mouth, that had not been it.

Shock roots Link in place, air in his lungs suddenly nonexistent. He can’t catch his breath, Cia’s words ringing through his head no matter how he tries to get them to stop, and Link can’t breathe.

It couldn’t be true. It was completely ridiculous, how could it even be possible?

Volga... my father?

“You’re lying,” he says in a voice not nearly as sharp as he’d like, and Cia laughs again, the sound like the tinkling of bells.

“Oh dearest, I’m not lying. Surely you must have noticed how hard it is for you to get burned? How you get your energy from the heat rather than have it sapped away?” she says mildly. “Your first encounter with your father didn’t even leave you singed.”

“How do you know that,” Link growls, and Cia drew closer to him, making the hairs on his neck rise.

“I’ve been watching you, Link. I saw how good Death Mountain was for you, I’ve never seen you that energetic!” she smiles, and meets his eyes. “You know what I speak of is the truth. You are the dragon knight Volga’s son.”

Link takes a step back, mind still whirling.

It was a trap, it must be a trap, made to disarm him, distract him, take him off guard so... so she...

His stomach lurches and he almost thinks he’s going to be sick, refusing to believe the sorceress’s words but knowing somehow, deep in his heart, that what she spoke of was the truth.

Volga was his father.

#*hands you a short fic* #couldn’t resist writing this bit #just a little shortie #hyrule warriors #loz hw #hdw au #loz fic #well snippet anyway #writing from the floor

[hybbart]

Codfather was short for a fishman (much shorter than his sister and shorter than elf scott)

The sheriff and ken are both toy sized

Good guy is also short, even when given an enlarging potion

Jimmy made himself shorter than tango in his own thumbnail

He says he's big and strong with all the conviction of a little kid you could punt like a football

He is constantly crouching and making himself look small

I think at this point Jimmy is just canonically a little guy

#i love drawing jimmy as a long boi #but never has there ever been so much speicific lore around someones height #and it all points to him being a little shorty #hes up there with bdubs in terms of short jokes he badly denies #anyways all this to say that short king jimmy is very valid and i support anyone who draws or writes him as such wholeheartedly #this was supposed to go on my main blog but i guess its stuck here now...

[brahmenbones]

SHE CANT REACH THE TOP SHELF DAMMIT

#murder drones #Uzi’s still short #even if she gets possessed by solver it’ll just go #lol nah stay short shortie #it’d be so funny if Uzi got Monsterified and Solver decided to troll #anyways #yeah first thing of the murder drones tag I’ve ever done

[kesharik]

you summoned him, but why?

#fear and hunger #funger #francois #yeah its that meme with man and big chest #maybe one shortie pov hehehe #anyways love big man #sorry

[stuworbutwitheds]

I still think about Edd and May so let me talk about a little thing that i need to get out my head really quick

Yall remember this scene right?? May crying bc she got rejected and stepped on (literally) on her love confession and all.

Besides this being a very sweet act of Double D by giving her a card to not make her feel lonely on Valentine's day, there's something else about it.

Double D chosen the card it was supposed to be for Nazz. You know, the prettiest girl for most of the boys in the show. He gave May something it was meant to be for a girl he actually has kind of a crush on just to make her stop crying. I think that's cute.

#i really like this scene bc it is an awkward 12/13 years old trying to comfort another awkward 12/13 years old #I NEED TO SAID AGAIN THAT I DON'T REALLY CARE IF IT IS PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC I JUST THINK THEIR DYNAMIC IS CUTE #it really says a lot about the two of them on how they got their crush on each other tho #how May fall for Dee bc he was sweet to her and Dee bc she was smart lol #i guess smart and blonde is Dee type of girl #and bald and shorty is his taste in man #what a bi icon #anyways #they are so adoreble i wish ppl actually talked about them i get the feeling a lot of fans just want to forget about the Valentine special #which is fair #but hey im still allowed to talk about it #and there are such funny lines in this episode i wonder if the vas were having fun or second hand embarrassment

[theonlyadawong]

gangs all here (height difference below)

#resident evil #leon kennedy #claire redfield #ada wong #it looks like claire is a shorty but shes 5'4“ and ada and leon are 5'10” #(i learned some months ago that lily gao was tall and i liked that. shes looking dead in his eye. #anyways. #ada and leon @ claire: lol how are you so small #anyways yah there it is my designs for all of them even though leon didnt change a lick

[lake-cosay]

"jesse is tall" look at the way his pants bunch around his ankles. look at his height compared to an afab 13 year old. jesse is a shortie

#i will die on this hill /hj #also im like half asleep so if this doesnt make sense or smthn. sorry #ghost.text #infinity train #jesse cosay #i am a shortie i can confirm jesse cosay is too she told me herself #tbf if her pants are in men's sizes then she just has the wrong size #but pants are a bitch to find period if your body isnt Perfectly Average #anyways. yes im calling jesse she i am a firm she/they/he jesse believer now but your jesse hcs are still valid #okay. gn

[duncanor]

Watching Vash and Wolfwood interact in stampede is like

"They so fuckin' emo, goddamn"

But watching them interact in the manga is like

"THEY'RE SO FUCKIN' GAY AND STUPID AND HUMAN AND NOT AND CURSED BY THE NARRATIVE AND AND-"

#Trigun #Trimax #trigun stampede #Vashwood #vash the stampede #Vash #Wolfwood #I DON'T WANT TO BE A HATER BUT IT JUST HITS DIFFERENT MAN #Wolfwood is sooo pissed off and annoying all the time (WHICH I GET CONSIDERING HIS BACK STORY) BUT IT FEELS SO GENERIC NOW #And vash is JUST babygirl rn #Idk how to say it but he really isn't as cool ans interesting and mythic as he was before idk #Anyway I'm loving trimax rn it's really interesting and heartfelt and... Really funny at time ngl #They're sillies #Also Trimax Meryl has my entire heart #Genuinely #Love that shorty!

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2024: THE SCOURGE BETWEEN STARS by Ness Brown.

Devoured this in one intense sitting last night! It gets right into the "fucked up shit happens in space" (as I was promised it would!), and I liked that you could see the author's astrophysics background peeking through without derailing the tension.

(And, for real: Don't Open The FUCKING Door, holy shit.)

#books of 2024 #book photography #my photography #the scourge between stars #ness brown #i also appreciated the casual queerness #i was not prepared for somebody taking advantage of the android >:( but i thought it was handled well! #always here for fucked up shit happening in space #it was very uh. ALIEN-esque to me #(red of THE GIRL IN RED and jack of SCOURGE same hat lmao) #(young women suffering through post apocalypses together 5ever) #tbh it didn't feel like a super original concept/execution but. i couldn't set it down and go to bed. so it was done Well. #anyway another shortie bites the dust!! #i did appreciate how jack problem solved around her issues lol #the bit with the core and the observation deck were both very nice #GO JACK GO SOLVE YOUR PROBLEMS WITH YOUR ENVIRONMENT I LOVE THAT FOR YOU!!!! #i will however be killing otto again thanks #and the captain actually

[that-one-english-nerd]

reminder to all the writers out there : if you post a fic late at night, make sure you go back and check the summaries you create when your in a tired haze because they might just be wrong😃👍anyways i apologize to anyone who was scrolling through ao3 last night and found any errors in my summary for my bitb hogwarts au, i was so tired-

#just make sure you check… #just in case #anyways go read the first chapter of snow angel #shouldn’t have any errors now… #i don’t think- #no promises #the boys in the boat #joe rantz #bobby moch #don hume #shorty hunt #chuck day #roger morris #hogwarts au #writing #ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 author #writers on tumblr #writing struggles

[faintingnurses]

i’ve been having fun with an incorrect quotes generator recently

#nursesart #ghostbusters #egon spengler #ray stantz #☠️☠️ #i was gonna shade it but i got lazy #anyways i love drawing ray w fluffy/messy hair #janine melnitz #if you can read my shorty handwriting he’s on the phone with janine #listen i only think he’d pull this shit bc he QOULD #in the book he legit stalked his classmates to calculate how many sti’s they’d get or smth ☠️☠️

[zillyeh]

Broken Boxpin

Ink fingers gripped the rim of the slate gray tub, the ones opposite them clutching at the matching shower wall plastic. Being submerged at all was not the troll in this bathtub’s ideal scenario, but she knew better than to go for sopor when she was like this. The water was certainly also subtly hallucinogenic- who knows what chemicals were in the Old North's supply- but its warm embrace was preferable to the mild hallucinogens of that slime. It made her worse. It made the hers and hims at the edge of her vision and hearing more tangible. Whatever calm it brought the average troll, if it did at all, it did exactly the opposite for her.

Water, warm and familiar, wasn’t that good of a replacement. Her aching joints rejoiced for it, and so did the electricity lurking dangerous just under her skin. If she wasn’t careful in this soothing little bath, she could level half a city block. Maybe more than that. Her last leveling had been when she was starved and sickly. She wasn’t un-sickly now, under her skin disguising tattoos, but she’d put pounds of muscle on underneath them. Stronger places for those sparks to latch onto.

He blew bubbles in the water. It was still slimy, at Bessba’s insistence. With some fizzy, citrusy little ball she’d thrown at her head before she left. It was orange and pink like everything else Bess had brought to their now shared apartment. The swirling foam’s pleasant smell made a good anchor. A dock in the waters of her growing wet panic attack.

She gripped the side of the tub harder, eyes darting around the room. Seeing too much and too little all at the same time. The chitinous plastic of the tub rim would have broken if not for the fact that the projections of her brain made her weak. All that strength of his wiry muscle seemed to leave his body the further back she went. 

The cool drone concrete of the underground compound underneath her bare legs. The stark but sparse fluorescent lights. Her. Him. Tendrils of His hair at the edges of her vision, the heave of her breathing in her ears. Never the her she wished would haunt her. If she wanted that at all. 

Her old warden's fingers curled on the side of her bed. The tub. Her black painted fingernails and wrist rivets were solid. Touchable. Tangible. The troll in the tub- the medical bed?'s eyes fixated on her knuckles. Rough with use, but soft enough for the scalpel. He knew that all too well. The rest of her could hardly fit in the room. Funny how they'd found this place, but couldn't accommodate the hulking monster that called herself a surgeon.

She smelled like citrus. No. Someone he loved smelled like citrus. The one that was alive- not the one that was buried in the crater she'd made with the bomb in the bed. With Cerayn. With…

His eye swirled above her abdomen, bright red and orange with wisps of hot yellow and near white. His blackened claws grabbed her legs. Black hair dancing around his swirling eye- no, pink, pink pink. The swirl was pink and the dark of the water was her own tattooed skin. Skin that was not sick and cast with the vile color in her veins, if it ever had been anyway. 

With a gasp she pulled her head above the water. Her long black hair clung to her shoulders like a second- or in her case third- skin. The warden's hands still clung to the tub, still tangible, but almost silly looking without anything higher than her forearm to connect to. His eye disappeared with a swat of the water, but his arms remained. Multiplied. Crawled in and out of the water like spiders, then as spiders hissing at the edge of the tub. All of them had his terrible eyes, but all of them were also trying far too hard. Like a dream that isn’t quite right when you try to close your eyes and get back to it.

“Fuck off,” she grumbled, grabbing the hosed shower head above her and turning on the water. Spraying the bare wall made them disappear. Disappear enough, anyway.

“Babe, you okay in there?” called En- called Bess. Gods he couldn’t start drawing that line. Then she really would blow the Old North to nothing.

“Fine,” Zippie croaked hoarsely. Citrus. She’d always found the scent unpalatable. Those were hard fruits to come by in the swamp. Now it was the only thing that drew her out of her head- or at least helped. She glared at the warden’s hands. She flipped them off. They did so in return. Their tangibility faded as Bessba spoke more through the door.

“I made that tea that doesn’t bother your stomach if you’re up for it…” The warm of the bath had faded, sending a shiver through him. How long had he been in there for? Too long if Bess was knocking.

“Okay, I’ll be out in a minute.”

He sat up with a cough. Then hacked a more significant amount until he felt new wetness on his pruned fingers. The purple glob in his hand gave him one last spike in adrenaline, making him splash the water as he scrambled out of the tub. Seeing her shadow with such clarity should have snapped her out of it immediately. The logic of her glasses on the edge of the sink didn’t make her heart slow, however.

Tall. Overstretched. Some shape of her dual braids curling behind her like snakes. Her eyes were that same color, glowing like that false smear of blood on the tub. She was entirely shadow otherwise, but Zippie didn’t need her mind to reconstruct her. She could never forget every agonized angle that the warden and that demon took from her.

One of the shadow’s hands extended, warped into claws to punish her once she got close enough. Her voice rattled- falsely high and far too scratchy to belong to the young woman in question as she attempted to speak.

“Zvejia…”

All of that electricity seemed so alive now. Just under the surface. So close to the pool of water under her.

“Zippie!” Knuckles rapped on the door three times in quick succession. “I need you to not be in there like, right now.” 

It was easier said than done, but she pulled herself shakily to her feet, not taking her eyes off the shadow. Was this the first time? In how many sweeps? She almost didn’t want her to fade. She knew she deserved her ire, but more than anything she wanted to be able to manipulate this one. To have the half-real thing say she forgives her and that she did was for the better. Or have her slap her as hard as her own hands could.  

It’s eyes only narrowed. Disappearing as quick as it came. She coughed again- no blood this time- and grabbed a towel. One of the fluffier robes Bess brought with her as well for good measure. He’d almost forgotten he was in his apartment when he opened the door to Bess.

“I feel bad,” she managed to say through chattering teeth. Bess pulled her close.

“I know,” she said, planting a kiss on her temple. “Amy’s gonna be here in a little bit… Are you gonna be okay?”

Zippie gave her an exhausted, wry smile.

“Have I been since you met me, sugar?”

#Zilly drabbles #shortie but sigh. zippie. #Zippie tag #Bessba tag #E tag #Zipper Anthem #Bessba Vionyi #Broken Boxpin #no editing we die like men #zippie menchal illness reveal i guess lmfao #i feel like ive at least hinted at this one other time but it is a part of her very important to me #uuuh anyway good night.

[kissmefriendly]

I have not drawn WTNV fan art since 2013. Based on a post I made on an older account about how I thought it would be neat if, since he has no canon description, Cecil was constantly backlit and in shadow. But I can’t draw rim lighting so. Blackout silhouette it is

Yeah, those Sexyman Polls are waking ancient leviathans (veteran podcast fans)

#I embellished #my only contribution #I’m so excited more people are talking abt wtnv #like HELL YEAH #anyways #cecil palmer #welcome to night vale #wtnv #fan art #I have not improved my art in 10 years lol #cecilsweep #cannot believe it’s it’s own tag lmao #I’ve been summoned #TEN YEARS LATER I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED #MY TRUE CALLING #to make shorty fan art for a show I love