#bilingual post

Behold! Sonic_The_Hedgehog_Crossover_Inator!!!

Set of three traditional drawings. Materials: paper for drafting A4, liners and markers. 2025

Трепещать! Соник_Ершистик_Кроссовер_Инатор!!!

Directly based on these Regretevator x Block Tales Ch. 2 memes on BlueSky.

No text ver. of 1 and alternate version of 3 under the cut!

Lo uso soprattutto nei text post, quando mi metto a raccontare cose, frammenti di vita, pensieri notturni generati dall’insonnia, oppure faccio recensioni di tutto ciò che mi emoziona o mi manda in crisi esistenziale in modo costruttivo.

Quindi, amici della community di Tumblr, se volete farvi i cavoli miei con maggiore efficacia, potete farlo sia nella mia lingua madre — pizza, pasta e mandolino. O, come dicono i miei nipoti ultimamente: pizza, pasta e itsemiMario — sia nella lingua di Austen, Wilde, Shelley (Mary, ovvio), Woolf, Bowie, Sir Ian McKellen e compagnia bella.

E se mai dovessi aggiungere una terza lingua, vi avviso con un’altra foto. Promesso.

When I post this picture at the beginning of a post (yes, this one — up here ), it means that particular post is officially bilingual: Italian and English.

I mainly use it for text posts: when I start telling stories, sharing bits of my life, insomnia-induced thoughts at 3 a.m., or reviewing whatever moved me, thrilled me, or mildly destabilized me in an interesting way.

So, dear Tumblr friends, if you want to mind my business more effectively, you can now do it in both my mother tongue — pizza, pasta, mandolino (or, as my nieces and nephews keep saying lately: pizza, pasta, and itsemiMario) — and in the language of Austen, Wilde, Shelley (Mary, obviously), Woolf, Bowie, Sir Ian McKellen, and the rest of that chaotic, glorious lineage.

im currently working on translation of one of the my favorite vocaloid songs and i want to share my shock.

this song from early days / golden era of vocaloid, used miku voice bank, and yet i found only TWO covers of this song on youtube + soundcloud. and it’s not even english translation, covers in japanese, just with another voice banks.

it blows my mind, because i feel that quite a lot of people know this song, and it’s even not that disturbing, as some other vocaloid songs that ACTUALLY HAVE MULTIPLE COVERS AND TRANSLATIONS LIKE WTF-

so i feel like my ukrainian cover may be first cover of this song in another language besides japanese. and it’s… wow.

i won’t say the name of the song yet, because it will be my huge work and i don’t want to announce it until it’s actually done, but i wanted to share it.

укр

зараз я працюю над перекладом однієї з моїх улюблених вокалоїдних пісень і хочу поділитися своїм шоком.

ця пісня з раннього періоду / золотої ери вокалоїдів, в якій використовувався войсбанк міку, але тим не менш я знайшли тільки ДВІ кавер-версії цієї пісні на ютубі + саундклауді. і це навіть не англійський переклад, а кавери японською мовою, просто з іншими войсбанками.

це мене вражає, бо я відчуваю, що досить багато людей знають цю пісню, і вона навіть не така вже й кріпова, як деякі інші пісні вокалоїдів, які ДІЙСНО МАЮТЬ БАГАТО КАВЕРІВ І ПЕРЕКЛАДІВ, ТИПУ ЯКОГО ХУ-

тож, я так розумію, що моя українська версія може бути першою версією цієї пісні іншою мовою, окрім японської. і це... вау.

Ceci était pour moi principalement un test de format. Est-ce que je vais faire une deuxième version plus pauffinée? Absolument, mais voici ce que c'est maintenant! Merci à toutes les personnes qui m'ont donné leur voix pour ce projet, vous m'avez vraiment sauvé!

Tout les crédits sont sur le Wiki!

all the credits are on the wiki!

🎉🎉🎉THE FIRST EPISODE (and probably last) IS OFFICIALY DONE🎉🎉🎉

Desplázate para traducción español:

Something Blue

“The cap that Simon used to snatch off his head. Worn threadbare with age, moth eaten; he’d found it in a small box of his belongings in the attic of St. Hilarion’s, that his parents had never bothered sending for.

He remembers Simon. The Simon he knew in life, and the one he’d met in Hell. Both miserable. Both sorry. Both in pain.

He hadn’t known what to do with himself when he’d met the other boy for the first time. Hadn’t know what to do in death either.

The boy who stole his cap, because he fancied him. The boy who sent him to Hell, because he was afraid. It was all so... innocent, until the very end. Born a hundred years later, and maybe they’d have been sweethearts. Teased each other, and held hands in the Sun. 

Maybe he’d have run after him, instead of just freezing in place. Gotten his cap back. Then Simon would have said he looked smart, and Edwin would have flushed, and the two would dance around each other awkwardly until they kissed.

Edwin folds the cap, and sticks it into his jacket pocket.

Simon was his first chance for love. But it’s not a chance that he was ready to take.

And it’s not Simon he’s marrying.”

An excerpt from my Payneland wedding fic -Sixpence- on AO3

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56493166

Just thought it fit, here. Simon Appreciation Week 2024 Day 6; Blue Cap

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Algo Azul

-La gorra que Simon siempre quitaba de la cabeza. Gastada y harapienta de edad, devorada de la polilla; la encontró en una cajita de las pertenencias del ático de la escuela San Hilarión, la que nunca habían molestados recuperar los padres.

Recuerda él a Simon. El Simon que conocía durante la vida, y también él lo había conocido en el Infierno. Los dos de lamentos. Los dos de dolor.

No sabía qué hacer cuando conoció al otro chico por primera vez. Qué pensar... No sabía qué hacer en el Infierno tampoco.

El chico que robía la gorra de él, porque le quería. El chico que le envió al Infierno, porque tenía miedo. Todo era tan... inocente, hasta el final. Si hubieran nacidos ellos un siglo después, tal vez podrían haber sido novios. Podrían haber coqueteados ellos, y tomados de la mano por el sol. 

Tal vez habría corrido tras él, en vez de inmovilizarse. Reclamaría la gorra. Después, Simon le diría que se veía muy bien, y Edwin se ruborizaría, y los dos con torpeza bailarían en torno entre ellos hasta besarse.

Edwin dobla la gorra, y se la mete en el bolsillo de la chaqueta.

Simon fue su primera oportunidad para la romanza. Pero no era una oportunidad que estaba listo para tomar.

Y no es Simon, lo quién él se casa.-

Un extracto de mi fic de boda Payneland -Sixpence- en AO3

Enlace: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56652328

眠れない。2時間だけ寝て急に目を覚ました。嵐が来た？猫が遊んでいる？子供が泣いている？トイレに行きたい？いいえ。ただ目を覚まして眠れない。

Can't sleep. I slept about two hours but suddenly woke up. Is the storm here? Is my cat playing around? Is my kid crying? Do I need to go pee? Nope. I just woke up and can't sleep.