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automeris-io-moth · 21 days
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Short #3
“Birds of prey are not well liked.” 
“I know” 
Hero knew, they did, Villain needed not to remind them how their hands to the public resembled claws, how their lack of colour, their preference for the practical, the tactic, and not for the show made the media present them as unapproachable, one hero used only for the serious matters, for the scare factor, the intimidation of the criminals and villians on their way, only later disappeared before any interaction with the public. 
They were nor well liked, and the raw presentation of their power, along with their appearance, made everyone wary of them, the public, the media, their fellow heroes and their opposing villains. 
Everyone except them, a rather impertinent mid-ranking criminal. 
“I don’t know why you keep taking all this,” Villain continued, a sheet of printed paper crumpled in their fist, ill words against the Hero, with their photo inside, showing if looking at it the right way “you would be admired with us, the power you have is just…you’re just, you’re greater than anything we’ve ever seen.” 
“Greater than Supervillian?” Hero taunted, approaching slowly the stairs to the second floor of the warehouse, urging Villain to move. 
“More in control of what you can do certainly, gives you an advantage,” their enemy answered, certain of their words they raised their head. 
“I’m not interested in admiration, I know why I do what I do.” 
Villain frowned, stopping dead on their feet, ceasing their game of chase. 
“Guilt is no reason to withstand humiliation.”  
Hero stopped before them. 
“Hawks should not be blamed for what their claws do, and vultures cannot be condemned by how easily their beaks can break through a skull.” 
“What are you rambling about?” 
“I understand you better than you think.” 
And then, Villain left. 
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automeris-io-moth · 23 days
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Short #2
Hero laid unmovable atop the bed, arms and legs lazily set over the mattress, left exactly how they fell when Villain set them there. Their enemy looked at them from the door, leaving it unlocked, it was not necessary to take the precaution, not with Hero as they were.
Villain settled beside them on the bed, sitting chest height, towering over. Hero looked at them with tired eyes, barely bothering to open them all the way, that might have caused offence in any other situation, a declaration of safety, meaning Villain was harmless, yet then, the criminal was relieved Hero could lower their defences. 
Villain cupped Hero's cheek with their hands, warmth guiding them to rest against it, a familiar feeling was certainly comforting.
"I'm sorry," Villain said, voice soft, "I should have never allowed you to leave my side."
Their hands travelled to the other's neck, a gentle grasp yet firm enough not to let it to be shaken off, if Hero ever pretended to move, twisting Hero's face from side to side, looking for more injuries than the evident. 
Villains frowned.
"Are you just gonna allow me to do whatever I want with you, like a ragdoll?" And despite their accusing words, their tone remained soft
"You always could anyway," Hero rasped out.
"And what makes you so sure I won't use it against you?"
Hero hummed, no more answers given.
With a sigh, their enemy answers, thumb stroking the edge of their throat.
"I won't give you back to them, I will keep you this time."
And that was fine for Hero, they thought as they closed their eyes, at least then and there.
Villain pressed a kiss on their forehead, laying besides them on the bed
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automeris-io-moth · 25 days
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Heey! :D
Just wanted to tell you that I updated the logo and colours of the blog, so that it doesn't catch you by surprise (although it probably already did because I did it two days ago and I forgot to mention it, hehe).
I also reorganized the Masterlist, I like to think it looks better. And I opened a new section exclusively for answered requests so they're easier to find, and some other short stories.
I've written, for now, like a week worth of short stories and some requests for second or third parts, so I'm programming them to come out gradually, just to reactivate the blog, I left it very abandoned and I didn't mean to :(, but I sprained my foot last week and it came as the perfect chance to retake writing.
Thank you a lot for your patience and I hope you like it!
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automeris-io-moth · 25 days
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haiiiiii
just wanted to say ur so cool and amazing and i love ur writing,,, you've been a huge inspo for so long !! so thanks :)
thank you soo much, it's been hard to find the time to write lately, but this messages really inspire me to keep going :D
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automeris-io-moth · 25 days
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Short #1
“Oh my,” Civilian heard in the distance, a fog blurring their sight, and the unshakable feeling of exhaustion confusing their head “poor little thing, left for dead.” 
The figure approached, kneeling in the ground beside them, softly grabbing their head with both their hands, guiding it upwards, towards them, stroking their sweaty hair, wet with something sticky, something dark and too agitating to think about at that time and place. 
A weave of nausea quickly catched up, forcing Civilian to react, moving in a quick motion their head to the side, throwing up all over the floor beside them and the stranger handling them with so much care. 
“Oh love, that can’t be good,” the figure continued, pulling them close once again, a handkerchief cleaning the corners of their mouth with light taps “what do you say I take you home? I can make it all better, I bet that you’re feeling quite uncomfortable right now.” 
Civilian nodded absentmindedly, only half processing what they were agreeing to, immediate relief from their pain and turmoil coming right before self preservation. Vampire related incidents were on the rise in the city, it was an open secret. 
The stranger smiled warmly. 
“I’m glad,” they said, twisting the young person in their arms to carry them comfortably to the elegant white car waiting for them, door opened, man waiting beside it “you’re gonna be the perfect example for Hero, he needs to learn how dangerous they are when rejecting their sires help, they must not have even realised they left you there dying.” 
The stranger sighed, getting them inside the car, resting Civilian’s head over their lap, not caring for the blood and grime staining their pants and car seats. 
“Don’t worry, pretty thing, I’ll take care of you until they are capable, even if that takes a couple decades.” 
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automeris-io-moth · 28 days
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Fantasy
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Heroes and Villains in fantasy
A chase back home, where a warlock must decide between the family he's found and the values his town uphoalds
Part two
Recall, where Hero remembers who they are, even when their captor is trying to avoid it
From feathers and thrones, where a knight shows a princess how to care for her people
Rescue, where Hero took too long to rescue their lover (poly)
Part two
Part three
Snippet 1, where a winged antihero falls in love with a too curious civillian [piece extracted from a longer stoy, unpublished]
General
Memory of the gold, where a withering woodsman answers back to his goddess
Mother, where a naga take care of her lover's child
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automeris-io-moth · 28 days
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Heroes and Villains
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⭑ One shots
⭑ Series
⭑ Shorts and requests
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automeris-io-moth · 28 days
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REQUESTS AND SHORTS
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Request #1 ; Weapons don't weep (where Villain reads Hero's diary)
Request #2; Old flames (where Villain spared Hero´s life)
Request #3; Neighbous and fevers (where Civilian is not who Hero thought they were)
Request #4; Fear (where Hero gets gifted away to Villain)
Request#5; The kindness of a stranger (where Hero can't rememeber) - Part 2
Request #6; A mouse running in circles (where Hero can't escape their destiny)
Request #7; where civilian is in the wrong place at the wrong time - Part 2
Request #8; "Who did that?"
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Short #1; where Civilian falls an accidental victim of Hero,Villain uses them to remind Hero the damage they're capable of doing.
Short #2; where Hero is too tired to run anymore
Short #3: where Villain recognizes a binding similarity with Hero, danger
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automeris-io-moth · 28 days
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SERIES
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Hero x Villain
Victory
Villain gets rewarded with their favourite Hero, who they inted to take care of
Part one
Part two
Civilian x Villian
One to go⭑
Where Supervillian finds potential in their hostage, and decided to keep them for themselves
Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five
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automeris-io-moth · 28 days
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ONE SHOTS
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Hero x Villain
Discussions at candlelight - Villain intends to protect Hero, even if they don't want to.
Doubts ⭑ - Villain doesn't think they deserve Hero, Hero doesn't think that's their decision to make
Crying over spilled milk - Hero gets overwhelmed
White snow, red bed sheets - Villain had warned of the consequences of Hero getting hurt again (wlw)
Infatuation - Hero attracts Villain's attention
I met you before - Villain and Hero know each other, Villain wished they had recognised that sooner
But what if they offer and I don't want to say no? ⭑ - Hero doesn't want to leave
Guard - only Villain can calm Hero down
Defeat - where Hero loses
Blood inheritance - Hero has been running from their parent for a while, Villain ruins everything
Stupid and stranger - everyone deems Hero stupid, their new lover had a different opinion
Love ⭑ - Hero has never been loved before, yet, this is not how they think it should happen
Admiration - Villain captures Hero's attention
Liar - Hero knows Villain is lying, that was prove enought they loved them
Stains - what has Hero done?
Hostage situation ⭑ - Hero's team was too late to accept the offer, now Villain want to keep them
Hands of life - Hero has always only saved lives with their hands, Villain intends to keep it that way.
"I told you this would happen"
Version 1*; Hero x Supervillain
Version 2; Hero x Villain
Versión 3; Hero x Villain
Civilian x Villian
Rescued - Civilian knows that's their lover, yet the blood on their hands makes it hard to remember
Found - Strategist discovers something too late
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automeris-io-moth · 2 months
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Hand of life, hands of death.  
cw. blood, firearms
“Give me the gun, love” 
Someone said, ordered more than asked, yet Hero heard only static, the mouth of the person before them moved, they could see it clearly as that person knelt before them, as their hands were stained with blood and the wet, warm feeling seeped to their own in the kind touch they held, they wanted something, something from Hero, Hero could tell not what it was. 
They were cold, uncontrollably shaking in a bone-deep freeze only missing in their hands, where the warmth of the other’s skin, and the one of the already cooling blood, stopped their tremor. 
Hero was scared, Hero wanted out. 
“You can’t do this, angel. You were never meant to do this,” the person kept talking, now a small tug given along with the soft hold of Hero’s hands “I can do it for you, if you hand me the weapon.” 
But they shouldn’t, they knew they shouldn’t, even when the voice sounded comforting, trustworthy behind all of Hero’s doubt. 
“I can't,” Hero answered with a trembling voice. 
“You have good intentions, but this is not your way,” the voice continued. “I can’t let you stain your hands with this, you won’t be able to live with it.”
Hero shook their head, desperately, erratically almost. The warm hand stopped them, landing tenderly on their cheek. 
“I won’t ask again, I will protect you from this even if you don’t want me to, you will not kill Superhero, you’ve already maimed them enough” Villain confirmed “give me the gun.” 
“They wanted to kill Sidekick, they wanted to kill me,” Hero admitted, a sob breaking at the end of the phrase, never having spoken it out loud before. 
“I know, but you are not them, your hands are clean,” Villain answered, softer than before, looking down at their hold “figuratively.” 
Hero broke a shy huff, almost resembling a laugh. 
“When you get them dirty, you can’t undo it, you can’t step back, it will follow you the rest of your life, angel. Allow me to give you the mercy of never having to know, I won’t let you hurt yourself like this.” 
And, with a falling head, Hero dropped the weapon to the floor, the clanking of the metal filling the room. Final. 
Villain stood up, kissing Hero’s head, and entering Superhero’s office once again.
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I am, in fact, alive.
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automeris-io-moth · 3 months
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Successful and happy new year people 🫶🏻
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automeris-io-moth · 4 months
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Snippet.
“Do you want to know how it felt?” the girl asked, blowing out the smoke from the cigarette in her hand, a cough from her chest echoing through the metal sheet walls of the warehouse, at the lack of response of the one observing her from down the floor, sitting crossed-legged and still before her, she stretched her wings open, and continue “Nothing has ever hurt as much as that, and I doubt something will ever do. The breaking of each bone to rearrange itself into something it was never meant to be, the tearing of the skin, opening your muscles, exposing the ligaments to the open air. It was gruesome, I bursted a blood vessel in my eye from the effort of crying, I was too weak to stand and ended up completely covered in blood.” 
Civilian noticed something in her voice, an accent of sorts she did not recognize the origin of, a sadness embedded in it, something she had unlearned and learned once more, something she used as part of herself then, something she had recovered and adapted. 
Civilian liked the accent. 
After a long drag of the cigarette, the tail was offered her way, the girl holding it between two fingers for her to inhale from her hands. Civilian did, coughing out harshly as a burning ache went down to her lungs, the other laughed. 
“It’s horrible, isn’t it?” she said, eyes fixed on her like a hawk, like a bird of prey, like exactly what she was “I hated it too, once, before all this shitshow I always declined a drag, unless of course it came from a pretty girl, if it came from a pretty girl I would suck it right up, smoke whatever was offered.” 
A smile was drawn on her face, Civilian swallowed. 
“Is that what happened here, Civ?” 
“Well I, I was curious, I’ve never smoked before,” her voice trembled at her answer.
“Don’t let me corrupt you then.” 
Villain finished her cigarette, setting off the tip on the sole of her boot. The other girl stayed quiet, quiet and observing the surroundings of the warehouse, wore down but certainly used, not for living, of course, too much dust and spiders for such, a waste too, of course, for Villain, as she was, could live anywhere else in the world, amongst prodigies of the arts, of the crafts, of the science. A dirty old warehouse was no place for her. 
But she understood too, she had a warehouse of herself when the days felt too overwhelming, probably then the cameras and the responsibility one could take in a situation such as the winged woman sitting too uncaringly before her was much worse, she imagined, then the one from college and family. 
Sharp yellow eyes met her when she turned once more to face Villain.
“Why do you keep coming?” 
“I like you,” she answered with more firmness and determination than she thought herself capable.
“I’m not that likeable.” 
“I disagree.” 
Villain let out a huff, something not quite a laugh but pretty close.
“I like you too, then, Civ.” 
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Those words, spoken what seemed ages ago, burnt still on her skin. Perhaps literally, she laughed at the thought, as the uncomfortable warmth of the burning building behind her stung dangerously close to the side of her cheek, the back of her neck and her uncovered arms left to the night wind as she stood still in her pyjamas. 
And Villain looked as beautiful as she remembered under the moonlight, the brown of her hair casting a red shadow against the burning of the wood and the metal of her home. 
“I’m so sorry, Hero,” the blessed one apologised, hand cold even with the fire burning before her cradling her face so tenderly, lifting her chin to face each other “I’m sorry something as ugly as me fell in love with you.” 
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I'm back with a small snippet from something longer piece I've been working on
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automeris-io-moth · 6 months
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Heey, I've been getting a few requests, so I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get to them as soon as I can!
I'm having trouble with my laptop's fan and because I'm not from a big city it needs to be send to the capital to be fixed lol.
I hope it doesn't take very long
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automeris-io-moth · 6 months
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Thank you thank you! Are you gonna do a part six? Ik you’re probably tired of me by now, but i’m a writer too, but being in a new platform for people to judge my snippets is terrifying. I know it’s not your problem; i was just wondering if you had any advice?
Yes! I have a few requests for a part six and I really wanna get to it, I just have to think a little in which direction I'm taking it, I didn't think I would make more that one part so I didn't have any plans for it lol.
And don't worry! we all get confused in a new platform :D
I love to read things from new writers, I hope I can read something of yours soon.
And, as an advice I'd just say that you write what you want to read! And don't get dissapointed if at first you don't reach as much people as you would want to, getting discovered takes time, and not even that assures that you'll get the same engagement in every single thing you post, and that's okay!
Write and post what makes you happy so it doesn't become a chore.
I'll warn that some genres and some themes won't get as far as others cause they just don't trend that much, don't let that stop you from writing them, if you like them, someone else will too.
I would like to say, tho, that it's important that you learn how to tag, tags will get you a long way, so pay attention to those in the works you consume, so you'll know how to put them on your own, what is whatever you're writing called in those.
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automeris-io-moth · 6 months
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hello! i used to read your snippets religiously back in feb but recently haven’t been getting the time to. you’re such an inspiration to my writing and it puts me into a happy mood whenever I read your work, even if only for a little while. i simply wanted to say that hope you’re having a good day and i look forward to your snippets.
(btw, what’s a song you cant get out of your head/favourite song right now?)
It makes me really happy to know that people enjoy what I write, and I'm thrilled to know someone is inspired by my work to make their own.
Creating things is, in my opinion such a nice, community thing, in which everyone can inspire another and enjoy what others make as other make with one's own work.
You made me very happy today :D and yes, I'm having a good day, I hope you're having one as well.
And for your question I have one very artsy answer and one very much not:
I've haven't been able to get BRING BACK THE COLOR from San Holo ft. (my favourite artist) AURORA, and Almost (Sweet Music) from Hozier, out of my head lately, I always get so stuck with certain parts of the lyrics from those two.
But I also haven't been able to take Wiggy from Young Miko (amazing Puerto Rican artist, made this a great time to be a lesbian going to clubs while living in Latin America, not very artsy, ansgt-writing thing for me, but I love that music too lol) out of my everyday loop.
(and dw, I don't think you've missed much here, I wasn't able to write for a good while during the summer :c )
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automeris-io-moth · 6 months
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Trust like broken glass
“You know I’m not gonna hurt you. I just need that vial,” Villain said, voice low, threatening.  
Civilian stayed quiet, trembling on their spot. Tears of fear, tears of anger made their vision blurry, wiping them away with more force than they intended, fists ready to throw a punch if it came to be. 
“You don’t know what you have in your hands, Hero shouldn’t have given that to you,” the other kept trying to reason, voice forced to remain calm, to remain as lulling as possible, as one speaking to a stray cat under the rain, yet failing miserable with breaths of desperation seeping in their tone.
Villain was right, they did not know what Hero had entrusted them with, but they knew that whatever made their lover break their six months old lie to them, had to be something important, something that, surely, one in business such as those should not have in their power. 
“Civ, please,” their voice grew desperate. “I’m not mad, I’m not gonna hurt you, but a wrong move might make that thing do it. This is not anger, this is worry.” 
Their steps in those boots Civilian liked so much got distressingly closer as they spoke. Civilian had to move. 
Crawling, they moved to the other side of the desk, opening their way to the kitchen. From the kitchen to the back door. From the backdoor to the car, the lights were still on, the door was wide open, the keys had to be still inside. 
“I’m not playing anymore Civilian! Get out from wherever you are or I’m gonna drag you out and leave you in the basement, I swear.” Villain called, ordered, exasperated “You don’t understand what Hero has gotten you in, the danger in which they placed you. They know I won’t hurt you, that’s what they gave you the vial, they don’t care about you, they must hate you for placing that shit upon you.” 
Civilian could hear the spit, could hear the hatred in their voice. 
Civilian crawled owly to the nearest kitchen counter as Villain looked behind the dinner table. 
And their foot hit the floor. 
Villain looked their way, no longer careful they leaped to reach their lover. 
Civilian pushed themselves back behind the counter. 
“Give me that, now! If something happens to it, if you…” 
Civilian smashed against the floor.
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