#but it rhymes in spanish

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

I will never get over the fact that dungeon meshi's official spanish name is 'tragones y mazmorras'

[clickbaitdemo]

bito y bitito

[moonglide]

echoes of wisdom

She stand on her table,

y duerme en su cama.

She’s going to give you

blunt force trauma

[fictionadventurer]

wanderlust

in silence there's an echo that comes from somewhere unseen speaking only to the heart of faraway places it never has been

[hidden-1n-the-sand]

nadie me quiere

todos me odian

mejor me como un gusanito

[hollyslangblr]

something i like about learning languages is i feel it allows me to better express myself, even if i’m only writing for me. if i’m writing a song and i feel like i’m laying myself too bare it helps me to switch language even just for a line or two cos it gives me a degree of separation and helps me stop judging myself so harshly

[thatscarletflycatcher]

I am sometimes all of a sudden hit by the absolute grieving Gothic power of the opening of Juan Zorrilla de San Martín's Tabaré, and remain haunted by it for days:

I will lift the slab of a grave and entering it I will spark in the deep the thought that will illuminate the immense solitude. Give me the lyre, and let's go: the iron one, the heaviest and blackest one; that one, the one to sit on one's knees and hold with shaking hand, as the fearful wind strikes which whistles in the storms and to the strike of hail crackling its chords it effuses in the darkness; the one to sing sitting between the ruins like the bird of ill omen; the one that thrown into the abyss, from the bottom of the abyss answers us. As the potent notes are threshed of its wounded strings they will awaken the echoes that have slept a dream of centuries in the dark pit; and will form the stanza that will reveal what death itself thinks; resurrection of extinguished voices strange chord that in my mind resonates.

[svtskneecaps]

literally it's 3am where i live and i'm on mobile but FUCK IT i haven't posted any actual writing in like a YEAR on this blog whose description include the words "I WRITE" and i can't tell if i'm even going anywhere with this so fuck it under the cut is the prospective absolute mess of the first chapter of the flipo family time loop fic. (for clarity, flipo family as in slime, mariana, and juanaflippa) this covers loop 0, aka the relevant parts of canon. words: 1630

parts of it i popped off with and other parts i hate; up to you to identify them. also the italics and other formatting got erased when i copy pasted and i'm re-adding all of it by hand so if i missed a spot, no i didn't. if i missed an accent on a letter in spanish that was a typo, if i missed a ¡ or ¿ that may have been on purpose.

oh and for obvious reasons, content warning for mentions and mild descriptions of child death and child murder. no blood, and most of it is a three word mention; i'd say the brief paragraph beginning "Tilín didn't scream" is most of the reason this warning exists.

Charlie Slimecicle stepped off the train.

He’d been hoping for a bright, sunny day to start their vacation, but was sorely disappointed. The portal had apparently taken them pretty far, since they’d gone from noon to night time. Talk about jetlag. They hadn’t even been on a plane.

“What happened to the other guys?” he wondered aloud as he stepped onto the platform.

“Yeah no clue,” Phil said, scanning the empty station. “Thought they’d meet us here.”

“Guys!” one of the Spanish speakers--Vegetta, he’d said, when they’d all met up at the first station--called, from a lectern at the wall. “There is a book!”

They crowded around as he read the instructions aloud--something about pressure plates, Slime wasn’t paying that close of attention. He was a little more preoccupied with making sure it only felt like his brain was dripping out of his ears. That would be kind of embarrassing.

Which was not to say that he wasn’t enjoying the constant onslaught of people talking over each other using words he may or may not understand. In fact, it was the opposite; he was frankly thriving in the absolute chaos that kicked back up around him as a timer appeared in the wrist communicators they’d been provided along with their tickets.

“Como se dice ‘we are going to die now’?” He giggled, chasing Phil and Fit to one end of the station.

“¡Vamos a morir!” shouted Spiderman, echoed seconds later by the black bear in the collared shirt.

Giddy over the high of attempting to use his high school foreign language for the first time maybe ever, Slime absolutely didn’t contribute much to solving the puzzle, and before long the sound of the timer ticking down was accompanied by a loud buzzing alarm.

“It’s been an honor!” he shrieked at the top of his lungs. “It’s been an honor!”

The bear ran past them again, shouting, “I’m going to die!” in English this time.

“Adiós amigos!” Slime yelled.

The countdown ended.

And then his communicator buzzed, and there was a video playing on the screen, showing a cartoonish yellow duck in front of a blurry beach stock photo. He skimmed it absently--some generic welcoming message and another side quest for them--distracted by Maximus audibly losing his shit laughing across the station.

“Come on, I’m trying to take a vacation, I gotta work now?” Fit complained. “This is ridiculous.”

Slime wanted to jump on that bit, but the message cut off with coordinates marred by static and the noise of the emergency weather alert system and he lost his train of thought completely.

“I got the English book!” Spreen called, holding it with two fingers like it had personally offended him.

“English leader,” Vegetta said, seeming to find that amusing.

“English leader.” Spreen laughed and flicked the book away. Slime stepped back but somehow it still nailed him in the chest.

“Guess I’m reading then,” he said cheerfully.

“In Spanish?” Maximus said.

“Um.”

Vegetta called something, backing across the plaza with the book open in his hands. Phil backed up to the wall.

“Here,” Phil instructed, “we’ll read it here.”

“Okay okay.” He flicked it open. “So we have to get water wheel planks--”

Their peace lasted a grand total of thirty seconds as voices suddenly began shouting, overlapping in chaotic chorus.

“What is that?” Fit demanded.

“Is that coming from the other side?” Phil stared up at the top of the wall.

“This is the thinnest thick wall I’ve ever seen,” Slime said, giddy laughter bubbling out of him again. “Is this thing made out of pencil shavings? If I sneeze on it, is there gonna be a hole?”

“Nevermind, we’ll read it over here.” Phil dragged them away again, but the Spanish speakers were dispersing into the trees.

“Forget the book,” Fit said, “follow them!”

(In the end it was explosives that took the wall down, which in hindsight was a precursor to how a not insignificant portion of time on the island was spent. The first day, however, it was just funny, much like everything else.)

(That was to say, the first first day.)

The communicator had indicated that today there was something special planned, so he made an extra effort to wake up.

“Morning Jaiden!” he called to his upstairs neighbor.

“Hi Charlie!” He could hear her farming through the wall. “Glad you woke up on time!”

“Well you know, you know, El Backflipo couldn’t miss it,” he joked, sifting through his backpack. “Got any spare food? I’ll trade you uno backflipo.”

“I have so much toast, come here and get some, free of charge.”

With a quick backflip and some toast to start the day, he popped open the map.

“There’s a lot of people down the wall,” he noted, their green dots so clustered they formed one. “Wanna check it out?”

“Yeah sure.” Jaiden tossed some seeds into a chest. “Do you know what this event’s gonna be?”

“I have no idea,” he admitted cheerfully.

She laughed. “Yeah, me neither. I guess there’s an egg involved, but that’s all I know.”

He dug around in his backpack for a paraglider, nodding along. “Yeah, yeah, un huevo, I get you.” Shuffling the landmine from Vegetta to one side, he yanked out his glider and threw himself out her window. “Let’s go!”

(nothing like getting struck by lightning to wake a guy up in the morning)

Slime fiddled with the communicator as he waited for the line of people to get through the ticket machine; he already had his own, a nice B for Backflipo. The new live translations still boggled his mind. He had to fight the urge to chant weird shit under his breath, just to see what the bubbles would say.

He paid a little extra attention when Mariana walked up to the machine. That guy seemed cool. They’d done that pequeño dormir together on day one, and he had a good sense of humor. Egg parenting would probably be funny.

He was thrilled to see the B for Backflipo on the ticket Mariana stepped away with, even if Mariana was decidedly less so. This was gonna be good.

(it was, and it wasn’t)

So, Mariana wasn’t exactly the coparent of dreams. Then again, Slime was pretty sure Mariana could say the same about him. In fact he was pretty sure Mariana had said the same, but in Spanish, when he wasn’t checking the translation.

It was great. They thought they’d killed a child immediately and then decided to fake their own child’s death to get away with it, and then confessed their sins to a bilingual angel and built a farm and then he buried himself beneath an improvised cross and went into a coma until his sins were forgiven, or something, except his sins weren’t forgiven in time to save his own child’s life.

And then Juanaflippa was dead. Dead at Mariana’s hand.

His bitch wife killed their daughter.

(Everything went faster, after that.)

Slime wanted to kill him.

Slime wanted to kill him for killing their fucking daughter, but of course, Mariana couldn’t even be bothered to be around to take care of her alive, never mind to pay for his crimes when she died by his hand!

(in a better world, his rage started and ended there. in a better world, the anger fizzled out with the lack of a target.

this was not that world)

There couldn’t be an Egg Event with no eggs.

If he killed them all, it would bring her back.

(in a worse world, he succeeded. in a worse world, the Egg Event ended there.

this was not that world)

They held a trial.

If he won, it would bring her back.

(in another world, he didn’t convince them. in another world, they left his daughter in Hell.

this was not that world)

Tilín was still before she hit the ground.

Tilín didn’t scream. Maybe they didn’t have time. It happened so fast. He was sure it happened fast. Almost too fast. But everything went so fast, now, even though Flippa was back. Yet, time slowed down for this, like a rubberneck driving past a highway accident, watching him desperately trying to shock their heart back into motion.

“YOU KILL MY BEST FRIENDS,” Flippa wrote. He begged her to understand. She wrote, “i can’t believe it.”

She wrote, “I HATE YOU.”

(in a better world, the error would have been caught in April instead of July.

this was not that world)

His daughter fell to his bitch wife’s sword. The same way. The next day.

They’d only just gotten her back. And Mariana killed her again.

He only left eggxile for the funeral. She wouldn’t stay dead, but he had to be there.

Time went even faster after that. He was Gegg, or maybe Gegg was him, or maybe Gegg was Gegg, or maybe. . . ?

He went back to eggxile.

He wasn’t leaving without them. Tilín. Juanaflippa. He would do whatever was necessary. He would pray to any higher power. Lil J still owed him a goddamn favor, but the guy wouldn’t pick up his calls. Maybe if he put more shit in the shrine; angels liked shiny shit, didn’t they? He went back to the mine, where the gasses swirled in his head. He built the shrine. He mined. He built the shrine.

He went back to the mine.

He went back to the mine.

He went back to the mine.

“This is where I sit, this is where my bitch wife sits, and this is where my daughter sits, if I had one!”

He’d said that before. No he hadn’t. Yes he had.

No, he just needed to clear his head.

Charlie Slimecicle went back to the mine.

Charlie Slimecicle stepped off the train.

[wistful-academia]

i think it’s so beautiful how there are certain language features that we reserve purely for poetry and the like; there’s strict syntactical rules when speaking english day-to-day but if you want to play with them? bend them? break them? in the name of art? sure, go ahead. you can go a long way without impairing communication of your message, and on top of that—it just sounds prettier.

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Do you speak any other Language?

Howdy! Kind of? My mom taught me a few phrases of French, & I know a few words in Spanish.

[leia-saveourskins]

Crosshair mi pelón tristón

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

i hadn't even considered that in spanish 2025 has the funny number with the funny rhyme....

[frogwen]

there is smth funny about yt not caring about letting me add ~foreign language~ childrens videos to playlists when english ones are banned...

[imsoglitter]

Why were people getting into oncecest when the superior old man yaoi pairing is right there? (Old onceler x Lorax)

[cto10121]

Look at me, doing everything possible to delay the inevitable, ha. You know the moment I tackle my English Aimer I will have changed everything, so here I am, mangling all the world’s languages and about to piss off everybody. I have pretty much all of the official lyrics (plus @br0adwaybaby Portuguese lyrics and this Armenian); I'm still missing the Hebrew and Czech, alas. I also added my original English because 1) I was running out of languages and 2) the alternative would have been rivers and mountains, so yeah. If you guys have any other Aimers, feel free to give them to me so that I can collect them and turn them into my Horcruxes.

Aimer (Ideal Lyrics)

Romeo German: Liebe—kann Schön’res geben? Hungarian: Nincs szebb, égni e tűzben! Spanish: Y soy como un ave en vuelo French: Aimer, c’est ce qu’y a d’plus beau

Juliette Slovakian: Ľúbiť je vrchol krásy Hungarian: Érte mindent föladni French: Et brûler au cœur d’un volcan Portuguese: Amar, nada maior há

Both Dutch: Liefde—haar kracht doet leven German: Alles zu erreichen English: Plighting to one another Our lives, our souls forever

Chorus Mandarin: 爱是 永恒的星辰 Aí shì yónghéng de xīngchén German: Liebe kann uns erheben Romanian: Departe, spre o lume mult mai dreaptǎ Spre nemurire

Mongolian: Хайр цаг хугацааг зогсооно Khair tsag khugatsaag zogsoono Korean: 살아숨쉰다는것 - sal-a sumswindaneungeos Italian: E bruscia nel desiderio Spanish: Amar es algo inmenso

Chorus + Juliette Russian: Время, Продлимгновенье!—Vremya, Prodli mgnoven'ye! (Italian: E cambia il mondo) Armenian: Տու'ր մեզ անմահությունը, (Tu'r mez anmahut’yuny) (Italian: E dai speranza) Russian: Дай им, Во имя всех влюбленных,— Day nam vo imya vsekh vlyublyonnykh Благословенье!— Blagosloven'ye!

Chorus + Romeo Portuguese: Amar mais belo não há (Spanish: Que bello es amar) Korean: 날아더높이올라—nal-adeonop-i olla (Spanish: El cielo tocar) Japanese: 二人の愛だけは残る—Futari no ai dakewanokoru 永遠に - Eienni

All French: Aimer…

English Translation

Romeo German: Love, what can be more beautiful to give? Hungarian: Nothing is greater than this fire Spanish: And I am like a bird in flight French: To love is the most beautiful thing there is

Juliette Slovakian: To love is the pinnacle of beauty Hungarian: It’s to give everything to your beloved French: And to burn in the heart of a volcano Portuguese: To love, there is nothing greater

Both Dutch: Love, its power gives life German: Achieving everything English: Plighting to one another Our lives, our souls forever

Chorus Chinese: Love is an eternal star German: Love can lift us up Romanian: Far away, to a more just world, To immortality

Mongolian: Love stops time Korean: It’s to stay alive Italian: And burn in desire Spanish: Love is something immense

Chorus + Juliette Russian: Time, prolong this moment! (Italian: And change the world) Armenian: Give us immortality (Italian: And it gives hope) Russian: Give us, in the name of all lovers Your blessing!

Chorus + Romeo Portuguese: To love, there is nothing more beautiful (Spanish: How beautiful it is to love) Korean: It’s to fly up high (Spanish: To fly to the sky) Japanese: Our love will still remain Forever

All French: To love…

[boygirlctommy]

i madeeee sillay new characters and i love them