#domina r

[rubberbeautys]

Domina R

[devdas5z]

Domina R

[catos-wound]

why would you tag domina octavian without octavian/augustus but then go straight for gaius julius caesar. do you know who gaius julius caesar is.

[toelessbastard]

finished mashle. finished mashle. finished mashle. the fanfic authors LIED TO MY GOOD FACe

[rainee-da]

🍀 Lay Down in Their Lap [1]

CHARACTER ❥ Doom 🪞 / Famin 🃏 / Epidem 🍮 / Delisaster 🍾 / Domina Blowelive 💧 / Cell War 💎

W A R N I N G ⚠️ PG-13 and heavy on fluff / BIG SPOILER!!!! / might be too OOC for you.

D O O M 🪞

It was later in the afternoon. He just finished his training and was resting up on the nearby bench at the training grounds before you came and suddenly plopped down on his lap.

His whole body tensed up slightly at the sudden contact before relaxing back as he realized that it was just you.

"Tired, my dear? has your day been rough?" he said with a soothing voice as he ran his hand on your hair, a soft smile forming on his lips.

He learned his whole life to predict other people's movements using all his senses, but you never failed to surprise him with your antics.

And it never fails to lighten his day, to bring sunshine to his world that is devoid of pictures.

The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon chatting with each other, with his hand brushing through your locks idly.

As you talk about your day, he listened quietly. Take note of your shift in tone and the quiet thumping of your heart.

He didn't mind doing this for eternity, with you.

F A M I N 🎪

He was in a bad mood as he sulked on the sofa, teeth gritting and eyes twitching. One more flick to his nerves and his place is going to be a bloodbath.

Knowing so, his aides understandably decided to keep their distance.

Not you tho, because you were somehow brave enough to stride to his place with a book in hand and plopped your head on his lap.

"... What do you think you're doing?" he said with a strained voice, punctuating every word. You simply answered him with a shrug as you started reading your book.

His aide is looking from the distance, mortified. One of them is making preparations for a quick mass funeral, just in case.

They instantly passed out in fear as their boss started to move, thinking the massacre was going to happen. They missed the fact that Famin had actually moved to hug you, not to massacre you. Or anybody.

His rage already evaporated into thin air, seeing you on his lap.

Get ready to be in his lap for hours lol. He won't let you go now.

E P I D E M 🍮

"... And the texture is all wrong! It's a blasphemy I assure you. Pudding is supposed to be a soft, silky cuisine and the shop can't even differentiate that with a freakin jelly! Honestly-"

You lay on his lap as you listen to him go on his tangent. Your hand slowly caresses his thighs to soothe him down.

Being his lover, you're used to this kind of temper tantrum it could be worse after all.

In fact, you prefer this to his scientific tangent. You can barely understand the other one after all.

But since he has been going on for more than an hour, you're understandably getting tired and you can feel yourself getting sleepy as your eyes fluttering and closing.

Noticing that you no longer saying anything, he stopped and looked down to check your face.

His face softens, seeing you sleeping on his lap. His body finally eases down and he caresses your cheek gently. His mind is in a state of tranquility.

Though you’re gonna wake up with a bite mark on your cheek lol. It’s just that soft after all.

D E L I S A S T E R 🍾

Everything about it is embarrassing. You're embarrassed, his aide pities you, and his family gives you a strange look, the only one who is not embarrassed is Delisaster.

How could you not be? It's a big, fancy banquet being held by Innocent Zero with so many nobles present. And here you are; laying on one of his son's lap.

And you can't escape either, because his hand is gripping your side tightly while his other hand is sipping some red wine, ready to tickle the hell out of you if you made any attempt to escape.

Too bad he's big into PDA too. More than once did he lowered his head to peck your nose or smooch with your lips. In front of everyone.

"Do you want some?" He offers you his glass of wine casually as if it didn't hit him yet that he's being cringy as hell embarrassing you.

He lets out a hearty laugh every time you pout and whine about being embarrassed, clearly finding it to be amusing.

"Why so shy? you're my bae! N' best bet I'll show it to everyone! Gotta show them to whom you belong, after all~"

Rest in peace, you poor soul...

D O M I N A B L O W E L I V E 💧

It's nearing curfew time. You opened the door of his dorm slowly, making the light from outside permeate through the dark room.

You can see the hunched shadow on the bed jolted in surprise and the light from outside highlighting his face shadow.

"Go away," Domina stated coldly as he lowered his head, and you managed to catch a glimpse of the tear stain on his cheeks.

You didn't say anything. But knowing him, you decided to go against his words and walked to his figure before locking the door.

You startled him as you plopped your head on his lap, burying your face in his stomach while your hand rubbed his lower back gently.

This simple action successfully breaking the dam in the pink-haired man's eye as he started sobbing his heart out.

He started blabbering out his thoughts while his shaky hands hugged your head tightly, sharing the insecurities and the fear he held inside that had been tormenting his soul.

"Please don't go..." he said with a broken voice, as he caressed your face, "I love you... You're all I have... please, promise me to never leave me... Please..."

Both of you ended up sleeping while cuddling together, content smile formed on his sleeping face.

C E L L W A R 💎

"Stop it, I have to go," he whines, trying his best to push you, who is currently nuzzling your face on his stomach, off of his lap, "I have to meet Master, he'll be furious if I'm late!"

You quipped to him that the appointed meeting is still an hour ahead, and he groans in frustration, unable to refute your words.

He knows that the meeting is still an hour away, and it only took him a quarter of an hour to reach the location. Meaning that he had plenty of hours for himself. 

But he just can't help to work hard. He wants to please his Master!

"You're such a brat..." he grumbled as his hand moved to pull off the thorn crown on his head, and he leaned back to relax on the bed.

Your sheepish smiles earned you a soft chuckle from him. He stares at you with eyes full of meaning as his hand strokes your hair gently.

He wants you to find someone better, but he can't think of a life without you by his side. For him, you're his oasis. Anything you did seems to bring his dead heart back to life.

'I guess it's okay to relax once in a while... for you.'

Work has been abusing wearing me out and I didn't have too much time to open social media lately so this one will be shorter than the previous one. Honestly can I just be reincarnated as a seal? please please please please-

I also wrote a similar prompt for Walkis Academy students. If you happen to like this one, you might also like the other one! Maybe, I mean, I dunno...

Anyway, thank you for reading! 🍀

[jals-stuff]

Any mashle character w/ an elder sister with two/three lines!!! kya...

hello anon! unsure if you wanted imagines or an actual story so I'm gonna just.. go ahead and... mhm. some of them are in multiple spots...

mashle characters with a double/triple liner elder sibling short headcanons!

warnings: lowercase to the max, poorly written

some of them would just always look up to you like you're their idol! everything you do is literally a blessing and you're so so cool, too. they want to be just like you one day, and as long as they aren't, it's all good because they can flex and be so proud to show you off to their friends! they always bring you up during conversations!

—finn, love, lemon, abyss, charles, lévis, domina, ryoh

then there's the "i'll be stronger than you one day, just you wait!" crew, that's actually proud of you but will never admit it. sure, you're a triple liner, suuuure, you have an INSANE amount of magical power, but it doesn't mean anything! yet when you're blissfully unaware of it, they gloat about how strong you are and how cool you look. kind of tsundere if you ask me

—wirth?, cell, abel, lance

there's the cute sibling rivalry thingie going on where you two fight alongside each other and they just keep count of how many enemies they've downed, kind of challenging you in a fun way

—margarette, mash, renatus, ryoh, kaldo, meliadoul, delisaster

some of them want to become stronger than you only for the sake of being able to protect you, because you're their dear family and they refuse to let you get hurt. besides, if anything ever happens to you, they want to be able to take over.

—rayne, margarette, mash, lance

some just acknowledge it, they're neither proud of it or pissed, they just accept that you're stronger. when asked about it, they'll say it's a great thing that such a strong mage is from their family!

—orter, carpaccio, milo, sophina, doom

Y O U E X I S T, T H E R E F O R E, I M U S T B E A T Y O U

—wirth, famin

[thesunfyre4446]

It pisses me off when people say I love Aegon just because of TGC. Personally I've been on his ass since Tolkien in 2019 (also weird how Ty Tennant and him were cast as a younger/older version of a character TWICE?!) but saying why I love and relate to Aegon (TO SOME EXTENT, I absolutely despise the fact he r*ped someone) would mean telling you something I'm working about in therapy. Like sorry if I'm not outing my trauma to prove I'm not a r*pe apologist.

this fandom is actually insane.

finding a character interesting & entertaining does not equal to justifying their behavior. aegon's a fictional character. these people really need to touch some grass. it's not our problem they can't separate fiction from reality.

aegon's an interesting character. he's also a horrible character and a rapist. calling someone a "rape apologist" for liking a fictional character is actually insane. it's triggering and disgusting and i'm so sorry you had to go through that <3

and it's always so funny to me how angry the TB stans get over TGC and ewan. i've loved TGC since domina, he's an incredible actor.

[devdas5z]

Domina R

[chuthulhu-reads]

[ID: Four panels from Trigun Maximum. The first shows Domina shouting "But--!" and then being interrupted by Chronica, off-panel, saying, "Do you understand, Domina? All that power is too much for a single consciousness to handle. The worst case scenario could be an opened energy gate that expands out of control." The next panel shows a pixelated, indiscernible image on a computer screen, as Chronica continues, "You must forget they were once a plant like us. Because that thing down there is a massive threat to us all." In the third panel, a concerned Domina says, "but if they don't see it the same way... what then?" The last panel is a close-up on Chornica's eye, looking tired and baggy, as she says, "that would be perfect. Then this will end quickly." End ID.]

Has this happened with a plant fusion before? An energy gate out of control? Or is that only something that's been calculated but hasn't happened yet? I also enjoy that this is a kind of followup to Chronica pointing out that real experience is different from shared data; Chronica has experienced this kind of thing before and distinguishes between plant fusions and "plants like you and me", while Domina doesn't... though arguably this could be a negative thing. Both the dependent plants and Knives himself are, ultimately, salvaged from the fusion through compassion and effort and, on Knives' part, sheer force of will. This division in Chronica's mind could be the result of trauma, not an actual understanding of what the fusion is, whereas the more open-minded Domina still sees the fusion as made of people, the way Vash does. Shame Domina doesn't live long enough for us to explore more of these differences between her and Chronica and I continue to want to know E V E R Y T H I N G about Chronica's backstory forever

[domquixotedospobresblog]

Ahhhh,e essa felicidade que teima em não me deixar em paz,quero esquecer essa menina mulher, quero dizer que ela é boba por não me amar, quero dizer frente a frente que as coisas lindas que escrevo não são para ela, quero não receber mensagens,nem bom dia,nem emojis com carinhas fofas e coraçõezinhos, quero desfazer amizade, quero perder a conexão todos os dias,mas não consigo, não posso e não quero,pois só de saber que ela existe a felicidade me domina completamente, felicidade por favor fica,eu também te quero.

Jonas R Cezar

[canesenzafissadimora]

La Donna Matura non domina, tocca.

Essa non provoca, è provocatoria.

Non è intelligente, è saggia.

Non insinua, mostra sottilmente il cammino.

Non ha fretta, attende il momento giusto.

Non fa , fluisce.

Non vola, fluttua.

Non si preoccupa della quantità, preferisce la qualità.

Non vede, osserva.

Non cammina, passeggia.

Non è pretenziosa, semplicemente ama gustare.

Non giudica, analizza.

Non consola, riscalda il cuore.

Non cerca, risveglia i sensi.

Non incatena, libera.

Non ammalia, incanta.

Non è esigente, è selettiva.

Non splende, è illuminata.

Non le piace essere guardata, preferisce essere ascoltata.

Non indovina, percepisce.

Non parla di sesso, lei è una maestra nell'arte dell'amore.

Non è facile, è flessibile.

Non comanda, gestisce.

Non rinasce, è in fioritura costante.

Ed infine la Donna Matura è un insieme

di tutte le bellezze possibili

poiché è una Donna.

R. Humano

[dumtranskitty-2]

GIRL for the ask please!

G = Glory Hole: Would you ever go to a glory hole? Have you been to one?

Abby not sure but.. da idea of roleplaying it wif girlies Abby trusts sounds hot..>< like just a lil cardboard hole but with all the teasing and stuff.. ><

I = Ice: Are you in to temperature play?

Nop! :3 icy cold.. ><

L = Latex: Latex, leather, or neither?

Mm.. :3 latex looks nice but always seems too hot for Abby.. ><

R = Rope: What’s your favorite means of tying somebody up?

Abby doesn like tyin peoples up! :3 but if she tied up.. :3 she wanna have her hands tied with silk so that no hurty while her Dommy gropes her all over in public to assert dominas that Abby is her prize without Abby bein able to do anything bout it.. ><

[rainee-da]

🍀 Your First "I Love You" [2]

CHARACTER ❥ Delisaster 🍾 / Domina Blowelive 💧 / Cell War 💎

W A R N I N G ⚠️ PG-13 fluff with hurt/comfort on some / BIG SPOILER!!!! / might be too OOC for you.

D E L I S A S T E R 🪞

He was simply lounging around, stuffing himself with booze (rip that liver) when you suddenly come into the room.

At first, he didn't pay any mind to it. He gave you one of his toothy smiles as he leaned back on the chair lazily, waving a bottle of booze to your face, saying "Eyy sup', want some?"

When you finally say the magic word, he suddenly goes blank.

Not like a 'mind-blank' type of blank, but his face suddenly goes blank. All the shine in his eyes, his smiles, vanish into the void.

Honestly, this will make you feel afraid. Did you anger him? Did he not feel the same?

He suddenly picked up his phone and made a call to someone with a low whispering tone, too low for you to hear anything, and walked away. Leaving you alone with your thoughts.

But before you could think of any worst-case scenarios, a bunch of his goons suddenly barge into the room bringing... party popper???

Delisaster finally comes back being brought in by his goons... on a sedan chair???

At least, you're now relieved because he's now giving you a wide smile. A bit too wide. Scrap that- now you're creeped out.

Before you could ask about what the hell was going on, all of his goons popped the party popper, and a bunch of pink-shaded confetti flew across the room. Good luck seeing anything at all.

As soon as you're able to scrap off any of the confetti that is stuck on your face, you've now realized that the confetti is shaped into a heart. Kinda cute tbh.

And out of nowhere, he's already in front of you. Smiling wide, hugging you tight, laughing maniacally.

"YAHOOOOOOOO YOU SAID THE MAGIC WOOOO-" rip your ears.

All of the goons that surround you are now crying for some damn reason, passing a box of tissues around. Is this a wedding? a funeral??

Finally calming down, Delisaster finally leans back to take a look at your face. Now you can see that his smile is so gentle and he's looking at you oh so fondly.

He's caressing your face as if you're made of glass, and this is the most gentle and affectionate you've ever seen him. Usually, he's a menace to society

"I know I never really made you feel easy around me, especially with my reputation and all... not even my brothers can stand me... I don't even know if I deserve you," his voice breaks slightly as he leans closer your ear, "But you made me the happiest man, and I can never thank you enough for that... I love you too, baby."

... That would be so romantic if only the goons around you aren't screaming an ugly-ass cry, with the sound of snots being sniffed as ambience.

D O M I N A B L O W E L I V E 💧

He chokes on his apple juice, almost snorting liquid through his nose when you suddenly come up to him and say those.

"W-what do you mean??" he stammers with his face now as vibrant as his hair, eyes shaky as they darted around to avoid your gaze. "Do... do you even understand what you're saying? how serious that word is??"

Man is so melodramatic, but you can't blame him. All his life he believes that any form of endearment given to someone means that there is any ulterior motives behind it and things such as 'pure love' is just a thing from a fantasy book.

You are fully aware of his upbringing, so you wouldn't be surprised if he didn't believe you right away.

What you didn't expect though is for him to go into full-teacher mode and info-dumping you about the definition of love.

He deadass mansplaining 'Love' to you by citing sources from dictionaries, biology, and psychology studies.

He's so academically smart and his brain is like a walking dictionary but he's misusing it in such a weird way.

After he's done with his rant explanation that who knows how long it is, he'll avert his gaze from yours. He's panting slightly as he broke in with his question, "Now that you understand, next time don't say those words so easily to someone," he huffed slightly and crossed his arms, "It's not like I've ever done anything to you that warrants something such as that, you know."

Okay, now that understandably pissed you off. So it's now your turn to go on full-tangent on why you love him, what you love about him, how you didn't need him to do anything for you to love him, and about how his view of love is full of shit.

And now it's his turn to be bewildered. Your outburst has effectively overwhelming his heart with warmness that he never felt before in his life.

By the time you're done his face that is previously tinted pink now goes scarlet red. His mouth is agape and shaking slightly like a fish in the open air, and all of the retort he intended to throw is stuck in his throat.

Domina_Blowelive.exe stopped working lol.

"Whatever! You're stupid anyway," is the only counter he could throw back at you, and Gods he hate how weak that ended up coming out from his mouth.

Before you could say anything back to him he already turned his back and stomped away from you, huffing and mumbling profanities.

He's so embarassed that he didn't pay any attention to his path and ended up turning left a bit too early, and slamming his head onto the wall.

If Levis and the gang are around to see that, they'll not be alive for long lol.

You're the only one who could make the top students of the prestigious magic school Walkis Academy turn into a cuckoo mess. Congratulations!

It will take you a while for him to finally believe and accept your feelings. Even so, you didn't need him to say anything to know that he feels the same way.

His journey to recovery is still long ahead, he needs more time to unpack those childhood trauma that led him to become the person that he was. But I swear it will be worth it.

Please be patient with him ♥

C E L L W A R 💎

"What do you want now?" he said as he stared at you with an exhausted look on his face, checking you out to figure out your intention based on body language alone.

Because that's the only reason for his whole existence in this world, right? to give and to serve?

You repeated your confession, and now he stares at you dumbfounded. He narrowed his eyes and exhaled in frustration as he ruffled your hair slightly.

"Don't say such a useless thing next time. It's a burden."

Yeouwch that comes out wrong doesn't it?

Even though what he means by that is that it is useless for YOU to love HIM, and it will only burden YOU to love HIM.

But what do you expect? he survives his whole life in the attendance of Innocent Zero's deranged family by belittling himself down, doing all the nuisance and humiliating tasks to stroke Innocent Zero's children's ego. what a bunch of manchild.

Being negative and blunt comes as a second nature to him.

But then again, now you're hurt. What makes it worse is that before you can ask him to clarify what he means he's already out of sight, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

He realizes that you seem like you're about to cry before he goes, and he can feel his heart ache to see you making that expression. Then again, what he said is not exactly wrong, right?

He's only realized what he did when Delisaster waltzing to him out of nowhere, whistling towards him and teasing him about "being so cold to your booboo."

He can feel his soul draining out of his body as he listens to Delisaster's explanation that is filled with a bunch of degrading mockery because let me remind you again he's a menace.

Delisaster finally saunters off somewhere else. Cell takes this short amount of time to his advantage and goes hell-bent on finding you.

The maid and butler that come past him are confused because they never see Cell that mortified.

Upon finding you, he wastes no time and lunges towards you on instinct, effectively tackling you to the ground as if he's a bounty hunter. But he made sure to hug your head before it slammed to the ground, burying it in his chest.

His mind goes blank at the sudden closeness and now he has no games. Honestly, he didn't know what to say either even if his mind did not go blank. Man really had no games.

But he still tries his best, like he always does. He leans back slightly while still pining you down, staring at you with eyes wavering, a mixture of anxiousness and affection.

"I... just realized I worded it wrongly before..." he stated hesitantly as a start as he proceeded to explain his thought process, "Honestly, I don't know if I should even be indulging in these feelings... I have my master to serve, and I'm afraid you will get hurt if he finds out."

His mouth clumsily formed into a thin smile, his hand reaches towards your hair, twirling it on his finger and taking a mental note of how soft it was, "But, to answer yours... I feel the same, and always has been."

The smile that grows on your face makes his world stop for a moment. Stunning him into silence as he stares into your eyes that is full of life and affection. His mind then wanders, imagining things that a tool like him should have no right to dream of.

'Wouldn't it be so nice... if I could live a normal life with you?'

This is the continuation of this headcanon! I initially intended for this to be included in the previous post but alas; I hit a roadblock lolol-

I've been thinking back and forth between adding Cell War or not. But I didn't care what anyone say; Cell War is part of the family too! I want to make hcs this angsty boi so much

I'll be ending this prompt right here and move on to the next one I had in mind (I'm currently in Mash's brother hyper-fixation phases and will be writing tons of them in the future lol). If you want me to write for other character feel free to request one as long as the ask is open!

Thank you for reading!🍀

[xiscthulhu]

¿Why AO3 is English dominated? they asked in Reddit, and my respuesta was this:

I forgot to put the link, here it is:

 https://www.reddit.com/r/AO3/comments/1005cb3/comment/j2kekst/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3

Alt text for people who can’t see it: 

“Xiscally 0 puntos · hace 1 día · editado hace 22 horas

English language is part of the dominant culture at the moment, fanfic itself is, and AO3 is.

As a spanish speaker, reader and fic writer I've had this conversation several times, other spaniards and speaking spanish people from different countries tell you that if they write their fics in english, there's more audience, but at what cost? you'll never be as good as someone who lives in english, who is really one of them, unless you're half USA, UK, australian or something like that, you'll always be a poser.

I can't relate to this way of thinking at all, I write my fics in spanish no matter what. For now, I only write in a very niche fandom, the Spanish Politics RPF, we have a tag in AO3 though its heyday was mostly in Wattpad from 2016 on, I came to AO3 in 2020 and I still publish my fics in the two platforms. I think there's more people reading in AO3, maybe because it's easier for guests; they read and give me kudos and all, no problem, only the usual lack of feedback in a fandom so niche.

In AO3 I've seen fics in spanish in huge fandoms, Harry Potter or X Files, though not as many as in Wattpad; anyway, there's not a community because a probably great part of spanish fic writers create it in english, they see it as more appealing, cooler and even sexier; some people are so used to english only that they think smut in spanish is cringy and ridiculous, that makes sense for them somehow, very sad to go this far being ashamed of ourselves, apparently.

I don't like this at all, I think it perpetuates a lack of diversity, so I keep writing in spanish and hope some people more will do it if they find fics in their language. And for me as a writer, I will be much better in my language and full context.

One more thing: If there's a spanish speaking fanfic site I've never found it...”

En español, la pregunta en Reddit es “¿Por qué en AO3 domina el inglés?” 

“El inglés es parte de la cultura dominante en este momento, el fanfic mismo lo es, y AO3 lo es.

Como hispanoparlante, lectora y escritora de fics he tenido esta conversación varias veces, otra gente española e hispanoparlante de otros países te dicen que si escriben sus fics en inglés, hay más público ¿pero a qué precio? nunca serás tan buena como alguien que vive en inglés, que realmente es uno de ellos, a menos que seas medio norteamericana o británica, australiana, algo como eso, siempre serás una pose.

No puedo con esta manera de pensar, escribo mis fanfics en español sí o sí. Por ahora, sólo escribo en un fandom muy nicho, el RPF de Política Española, tenemos una etiqueta en AO3 aunque su apogeo fue sobre todo en Wattpad desde 2016, vine a AO3 en 2020 y todavía publico mis fics en las dos plataformas. Creo que hay más gente leyendo en AO3, quizá porque es más fácil para los no registrados; me leen y me ponen kudos y todo, no hay problemas, sólo la habitual falta de respuesta en un fandom tan nicho.

En AO3 he visto fics en español en grandes fandoms como Harry Potter o Expediente X, si bien no tantos como en Wattpad; de todas formas, no hay una comunidad porque es probable que una gran parte de los escritores de fic hispanoparlantes lo crean en inglés, lo ven más atrayente, más guay e incluso más sexy; alguna gente está tan acostumbrada a que el fic esté en inglés que piensan que el smut en español es grimoso y ridículo, eso tiene sentido para ellos de algún modo, muy triste llegar tan lejos como eso, avergonzarse así de nosotras mismas, en apariencia. 

No me gusta nada esto, creo que perpetua una falta de diversidad, así que sigo escribiendo en español y espero que alguna gente más lo hará si encuentran fics en su idioma. Y para mí como escritora, seré mucho mejor en mi lengua y contexto.

Una cosa más: Si hay una web de fanfic hispanoparlante, nunca la he encontrado...”

Sigo hablando sobre el tema. 

Veáse mi desentrenadísimo inglés de recepcionista de hotel/magisterio de Lengua Extranjera inacabado como muestra de lo muchísimo peor que sería escribiendo ficción en inglés. Me parece partir con una desventaja tremenda, y siempre sintiéndome una intrusa en el backyard, es que me niego, no hay por qué, incluso puedes escribir fic de una serie en otro idioma en el tuyo, pienso, aunque a mí misma me convence poco esa posibilidad o lo veo difícil, que también.  

En ese hilo suponen que por ejemplo, la gente rusa y china tiene sus propias webs de fic y ven el inglés como lingua franca, sin más implicaciones, sin ver la ventaja que es ser angloparlante en esa situación...he procurado dar una respuesta en ese sentido, enmarcándolo en esa dominación de la que hablan inicialmente. 

Como veis, he traducido mi propio post todo lo que he podido, porque es que llega al extremo de que debes usar terminología de fanfic en inglés tal cual ¿no hay una cultura fanfic en español ni en otros idiomas a lo mejor, o no tanto?

Y para evitar dudas al respecto, debo decir que también escribiré fics en catalán si así lo siento. Para escribir en otros idiomas debería de tener el mismo nivel que en los míos, y aún así pienso que hay lugares desde los que nunca podrás escribir, porque todo lo que crees que sabes es desde fuera, otra cosa es que formes parte de algún modo. 

Ya que estoy, pongo mis perfiles, y gracias por leer: 

https://www.wattpad.com/user/Xiscthulhu

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Xiscthulhu/works

[raynerpenar]

115-70. Venezuela domina a Bahamas y se acerca a la clasificación del Mundial - Michael Carrera de Venezuela intenta hacer una canasta durante un partido entre Venezuela y Bahamas por la sexta y última eliminatoria de América para la clasificación a la Copa Mundial FIBA 2023 en Japón, hoy, en Caracas (Venezuela). Venezuela, guiado por 16 puntos del base David Cubillán, derrotó este jueves 115-70 a Bahamas, con lo que se mantiene a las puertas de la clasificación al Mundial de Baloncesto 2023. EFE/ Rayner Peña R. - Michael Carrera from Venezuela tries to make a basket during a match between Venezuela and Bahamas for the sixth and final qualifying round for America to qualify for the FIBA World Cup 2023 in Japan, today, in Caracas (Venezuela). Venezuela, guided by 16 points from point guard David Cubillán, defeated the Bahamas 115-70 this Thursday, thus remaining at the gates of qualifying for the 2023 Basketball World Cup. EFE/ Rayner Peña R. #Venezuela #Bahamas #FIBA #PoliedroDeCaracas #Poliedro #sportphotography #sport #baloncesto #FIBAWC #FIBAWC2023 #RaynerPenaR #Vzla #Vinotinto #JuntosAlMundial #Basketball #canon #photo #photographer #fotoperiodismo #photojournalism (en Poliedro de Caracas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpB5cmrsixv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[abi-jah]

Mi amor está enfermo.

Mi amor está enfermo y no tiene cura, no quiere tenerla. Porque así supe amarte y me llené de un vicio único y que extrañamente me mantiene viva.

Éramos todo en ese momento, para mí lo eras y eres absolutamente todo, cuando tu boca decía mi nombre te adueñabas de todo,de mi cuerpo, de ese instante en el que me dejabas ser libre dentro de tus brazos.

Era tan feliz mi alma estando contigo, ni siquiera sé cómo le hago para estar sin tí. A veces creo que pasaré los años en absoluta melancolía, con noches de lluvia; mientras tú vives feliz sin mí, ojalá un día hubieses sentido un poco mi corazón. Te llevaste algunas horas de mi sueño, de mis ilusiones.

Ojalá alguna vez echaras de menos mis manos cuando tengas frío, cuando duermes y nadie baila por tenerte ahí, cuando nadie te escribe al mirar tu cuerpo tranquilo, en ese reposo en dónde yo era la causa de tu cansancio. Me sé de manera obsesiva tu mirada, tu voz, el color de tu piel, la manera en que te acomodas para dormír.

No éramos nada, pero hasta mi p u/ t a respiración era tuya, mi silueta, mi sombra, mis ojos; esos fueron tuyos desde la primera vez que te ví. Si tan solo supieras lo que me pasa, lo que quiero hacer, no quiero estar con nadie y eso me harta porque quisiera revolcarme en otro cuerpo para olvidarme de tí. Ojalá me fuera tan fácil no pensar en tí, estoy harta de pedirle a Dios que me deje volver a verte. Siento que no me escucha y que estás inútiles plegarias me enferman... Estoy fastidiada de despertar y no saber nada de tu andar, no tener un mensaje, una llamada tuya pidiendo verme. —Me duele— y me duele de una manera tan áspera, porque eres mi apego, mi inestabilidad emocional, mi enfermedad mental, ese infame trastorno que no me deja soltarte.

Y hago todo por no buscarte, por no escribirte, por no hacer una oración cómo está en la que me arrastro, en la que pierdo la dignidad. Estoy cansada de sentirme así, de amarte, busco lógica y hago trazos poniendo la realidad, esa estúpida realidad en la que yo no voy a ser nunca esa mujer que tengas una mañana, a la que lleves al mar. Odio ese deseo porque vivo imaginando ir de tu mano, correr por ahí como locos. Tirarte en la arena y dibujar un te amo con tu nombre.

No puedo evitar sentirme mal, me siento la mujer más miserable cuando me ignoras, cuando me olvidas. Y tengo tantos recuerdos aquí, siento que un día no podré más y saldré corriendo de mi cuerpo, no me soporto tan viva con este desconsolado amor. No puedo olvidarme de tu manera de acariciarme, de besarme, de mirarme fijamente cuando estás dentro de mi vientre ardiendo, cuando te pones entre mis piernas y olvidas c ⁰ g e r m e, porque te entregas y suspiras haciéndome el amor. Siempre te sentí tan pleno en mi pecho, abrazándome.

Nunca olvidaré aquella mañana en la que me azotaste la piel, acabé llorando fuerte. Jamás fuí tan humana como en ese instante en el que me derrame en lágrimas frente a tus caóticos ojos. Mi amor enfermo ahí fue tan feliz, porque contigo he sido la misma que la vida parió, con esos defectos desbordados y no conozco otra manera de amarte que no sea así, dañada, impulsiva, caliente, altanera, obsesiva; así tan desterrada de la dulzura que también me domina cuando pones mi cadera sobre tus muslos.

No soy quieta, no soy calma, no puedo estar tranquila y no sé de paz lejos de tí. Estoy tan rota y no me explico cómo es que te amo tanto. Cómo puedo amarte así, sé lo que eres y eso me asusta, porque ni así dejo de sentirlo. A veces quisiera pedirte que me digas algo que me haga explotar, que me rompa desde adentro, que me deshagas totalmente, una dosis en la que yo entienda que no me quieres, que no es ahí contigo con quién debo estar.

Pero te extraño, sí, extraño tanto hasta tu posesión, tu enojo, esa ira que te da cuando te saco de quicio. Extraño que me tomes fuerte, que te rías conmigo, que te tires todo el día conmigo en la cama. Extraño tus mensajes cantándome, poniendo canciones para que no te olvide. No éramos, ni seremos nada, alguna vez me lo dijiste, pero curiosamente la vida me hace sentir todo cuando te pienso, cuando me pongo a llorar por todo lo que siento. Ojalá esa misma vida no fuera tan nefasta conmigo y me dejara verte. O tú decidieras venir o pedirme que corra a encerrarme contigo.

No me dejes morir sin volver a verte, ten piedad de mí, de mi amor, de mi cuerpo, de mis deseos, ten piedad de mis o r g a s m o s.

No me dejes ir así, vacía y triste, no hagas que vuelva a buscarte en otra vida, ya no quiero sufrir en las siguientes por tí. Déjame regresar sin esas ganas de volverme loca, tan solo déjame buscarte en está y ser esa salvaje que te devore la boca, esa enferma que te acaricie el corazón.