#lines-of-gibberish

[bb-dot-animatronic]

Alright, I know you probably don't want my help, but it must be painful to have no one really hear or understand you, I've seen what that can do to someone I've honestly missed your obnoxious self calling me a fudge all the time.

Plus, I just... need something to keep my mind occupied.

I know it'd be asking a lot of you, asking you to adapt to people who can't understand you (i.e. me), but... what if we laid out an alphabet on the ground, along with things like "yes" and "no", and you could roll over the letter you want and spell things out?

- @darkremnants

🙄🙄🫤

[bb-dot-animatronic]

HELLO HI 🙅🤷

Isn't it wonderful to live in a world where 1s and 0s have learned how to love? :)

[ganondoodle]

i keep getting stuck trying to find soemthing to listen to (whether its music, essays, documentaries or letsplays) so i can draw and its been literally costing me entire evenings of time

so may i aks for recommendations? what are your favorite things to listen to? the longer the better :U

[bb-dot-animatronic]

HELLO!!

[ RECEIVING TRANSLATION - WELL SECURITY BOY PROBABLY COOLER YOU ARE THE ONE WHO LINKED ME TO YOUR LABTOP ]

👁️👁️ HELLO 🍕

[ RECEIVING TRANSLATION - I SEE YOU. MISTER PIZZABOY ]

( @bb-dot-animatronic )

wait.. what? the little balloon robot from freddy’s?

i already told you to stop following me around on the job </3

…and i’m not a pizza boy anymore. security boy. that’s a lot cooler probably maybe

[pianokantzart]

I still can't get used to mario sounding like mickey mouse. Superstar saga sounded better ngl

I mean... you're entitled to your opinion, but the new voice is kinda growing on me.

We can't walk into this expecting a Charles Martinet performance. This is a Kevin Afghani performance of a character whose voice was created and popularized by Charles Martinet, but it's still Kevin Afghani.

It's gonna be different in a lot of ways, and as much as I'll miss Charles I far prefer Nintendo hire someone new over them of reusing Martinet voice clips until the end of time. But!!! I also really unironically like squeaky stress toy Mario? Something about it is so extra silly I can't help but smile. Peak "just a little guy" energy.

[animentality]

I say the like most basic of coding shit to my work uncle and he's like I DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT COMPUTERS.

And it's like my dude, my guy... I majored in anthropology.

Believe me. I dont know shit either.

I just know the bare basics now, because I work with software engineers all the time. It's like living in a foreign country for a year.

you learn the local language.

[ehlnofay]

my tes secret santa for @anotherclassicpretence! truth be told I've been having a tad bit of writer's block lately but some of your prompts were VERY interesting (I liked the idea of writing delphine before the main quest a lot... this more or less counts) so I hope I've done them justice. hope you're having a splendid holiday season!

...

“Steady on, Hilde,” Delphine says with a brusque, manufactured sort of calm. “You’ll do yourself a mischief.”

It's a relief, she thinks, that the day Hilde has elected to barge in with world-upending news is a convenient one; it isn’t as though Riverwood is the kind of place to attract crowds, most of the time (part of the reason she chose to live here at all) but the inn is unusually quiet now. Orgnar is nominally organising something in the cellar, which means that he’s spending an hour swapping two bottles around and calling it a day, and the dining hall is warmed to a swelter with the ever-going hearthfire, and utterly empty. No-one’s come in for lunch yet. No rooms rented out last night, either, so it’s all silent on that front; it’s just Delphine and her wet cotton cloth, wiping down the stained tables till they shine, and Hilde with her hair wrapped and her string of beads tangling round narrow, hard-knuckled fingers. She’s sat herself on the chair with the wobbly leg; it needs fixing soon. Ordinarily, Delphine would herd her onto another, but right now she doesn’t think there’s anything in the world that would get Hilde to listen.

“Hark at her!” she complains to the bead-string - all marbled glass dyed blue and red and yellow, clinking together on their leather cord. “Do a mischief - do a mischief - it’s as if she can’t bloody hear me -”

Delphine swipes the cloth over the chip in the corner of the table. “I hear you,” she replies (does she ever hear her). Hilde’s hands are white where the necklace bites into her skin; her lips are pinched into a puckered line. Her eyes are red-rimmed and fierce. “Hilde. I’m going to get you a drink to calm your nerves, and then we’ll talk it over properly, all right?”

“Talk it over,” Hilde repeats, high and scornful, and then her face screws up quite suddenly as if all the fight has fled it - the wrinkles in her cheeks deepening to uneasy valleys, knuckles pressed to the thin slat of her mouth, beads digging hard into her cheek. “Nine have mercy… thank you, Delphine.”

The inner corner of Delphine’s lip snags, near imperceptibly, between the blunt ends of her canines. She nods once, and she ducks behind the bar, folding the cloth with damp precision as she goes. The cask of ale is near empty, the mugs lined up on their shelf, sparkling clean, cutlery rattling around in its tin. It's not fancy - Riverwood is a small, old town, built on the bones of an older one, and no matter how well-run the inn has been since she bought it it's not exactly a prime destination, but it's a good sort of a place. And innkeeping is decent work. Keeps you busy. Keeps your ear to the ground. Gives you something to focus on, in the meantime -

When Delphine grabs a tankard, she notes with some incredulity that her hand is trembling. She stills it. She pours the ale until the cup rim is flecked with froth.

(Gives you something to focus on in the meantime, in between real work, while you're waiting -)

(There is a feeling rising in her body, foaming like the ale; a sour, stomach-turning excitement, as if she's in her twenties again and wet behind her ears, biting back all the intrigue. Like she has an unlined face and fresh armour and is standing again in line for her induction ceremony. Like she's staring something in the face and thinking, finally.)

Delphine caps the cask. She is not in her twenties, and she is not staring anything down; bar Hilde, a seventy year old woman with tannin-stained hands and the latest in a line of tall stories. Delphine didn't get this far (how far?) (still alive, isn’t she) through credulity. She's a pragmatist through and through - won't believe anything she hasn't seen evidence of with her own eyes; and yet.

And yet.

She sets the mug down on the table; a pale and lukewarm drop slides down the pewter, just next to the handle. She'll need to wipe it all down again, after this.

Hilde takes it, absent-minded; the beads slither from where they’re strung around her hands to rest in a smooth curve over her chest. Her hands are shaking - she doesn’t seem to notice, or if she does, she doesn’t stop them. There is a look about her, all of a sudden, that seems dreadfully, fixedly haunted, like a woman looking down the barrel of a cannon, some rapid-rigged explosive, something to level the town. Like she’s caught the apocalypse’s eye. Delphine reaches out, perfunctory, and pats the back of her hand; Hilde grimaces and downs half her tankard in one long, desperate swig.

Light’s coming in through the window-slats up by the rafters, dull and gold, dust motes in the shafts of it. It makes the white wimple of cloth swaddled hastily around Hilde’s head shine in places.

“Big as the mountain,” she mumbles into the lip of the tankard, fingers wrapped tight around its handle, “black as night - flew right over the barrow like something fit to block out the sun.”

Delphine’s teeth scrape over that spot at the corner of her lip. She can’t help but say, “Are you sure -”

“I know what I saw,” Hilde snaps. Her knuckles and lips are blanched and colourless. Liquid sloshes over the edge of her cup with her sharp, abortive gestures. “I saw a dragon.”

Delphine is very careful not to let her face do anything at all, there.

(It’s adrenaline, she knows; the pointed, muscle-coiled readiness to move - to act - to make a plan in service of a solid end and carry it off perfectly; the comfort of seeing possibility roll out before her like a long many-doored hallway, like a road she might be able to walk instead of these four walls she’s circled for too many years. Innkeeping is decent work - keeps her ear to the ground - keeps her busy in the interim, but it’s not what Delphine does, not what she’s been trained to do; not a purpose, not something to strive for, and oh, Divines -)

(None of this is substantiated. Delphine is not a rash and green youth, not anymore and not again, and she will not start running away with silly fantasies before she’s checked anything at all; she has had her fill of disappointment, and should know better than to invite it - should know better than to start spinning grand plans, before she’s even sent out some missives to the pale cobweb of contacts she has left - over the barrow; west, then - is there a significance, to the barrow? Does she have anything about it in her side room? Nine, it’s times like this she misses the old library and the mad old codger that kept it, and, no. No.)

(Yes.)

“It’ll come back,” Hilde’s saying with fearful certainty; lips flecked with spittle and beer-foam, hands still shaking. “It’ll come back, and it’ll kill us all, and then you’ll believe me -”

“I believe you,” Delphine tells her, and it is inexplicably, regrettably true. (She’s thinking about the library. She’s thinking about the dragonlore. She’s thinking that if dragons are back, someone will have to do something about it - and oh Divines how she has missed being the one to do something about it.)

Her hands are still, but only through some effort.

She feels like she’s been dozing for twenty years and only now has been shocked awake.

Hilde looks at her, white-mouthed and white-scarved; she frowns, a tense, sour thing, and she says doubtfully, “You look like you need a drink.”

Delphine laughs. It’s a short, gruff bark of sound. Her hands are flat on the tabletop; her hair is coming loose in thin wisps from the tight knot at the base of her skull. Sunlight trickles through the windows, golden-fresh. “No,” she says. “No, thank you, Hilde, I'm good."

[bb-dot-animatronic]

HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO

[ RECEIVING TRANSLATION - HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE ]

HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO

[ RECEIVING TRANSLATION - I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU ]

( @bb-dot-animatronic )

...valid.

[bb-dot-animatronic]

HELLO

[thebeastunleashed]

I have been playing Hollow Knight, and I swear, the Hollow Knight / Pure Vessel is the most "Stephan Weyte would voice this character if it had/received the ability to speak outside of being infected" I've ever seen in a while, and I can't lay a finger on why that is the case.

Since I don't think a lot of people know about this lovely voice actor, I thought I might as well share a couple of links showcasing his fantastic work.

[sherlock-is-ace]

spanish is becoming more and more popular in songs by non spanish speaking artists, and i think that's great! but if you are going to include a little phrase in a language you don't speak, you gotta make sure you're at least saying it right...

I don't expect perfect pronunciation, you don't need to have spanish classes to sing literally 2 words in a song, but at least make close enough sounds so that it's recognizable as a language that exists in the world. Especially if you're an internationally famous artist, spanish speaking people will hear your song and will know you didn't even try

[bb-dot-animatronic]

HHHHHHELLO… ? HI.. 🙈

[ RECEIVING TRANSLATION - OKAY. ER. OKAY. YEAH. I WILL NOT SAY THEY DID NOT DESERVE IT. THE INFORMATION I HAVE SEEN YOU BLOG ABOUT SOUNDS HORRIFIC. I MAY HAVE BEEN ABLE TO PREVIOUSLY ACCESS SOME CRAZY FILES BUT EVERYTHING PARTYWORKS WAS OUT OF MY REACH. . THEY HAD A LOT TO HIDE HUH? IT WOULD BE HYPOCRITICAL OF ME TO BASH YOU FOR SELF DEFENSE WHEN . . YOU GET THE POINT. NOT THAT I WOULD BASH SELF DEFENSE, THAT TENDS TO BE SOMETHING OUT OF YOUR CONTROL. ]

HELLO.. HI? ..HI..?

[ RECEIVING TRANSLATION - DO NOT ASK WHY I AM ASKING. . BUT IS THERE ANY CHANCE I COULD ASK HOW EXACTLY YOU WERE ABLE TO GET OUT OF PARTYWORKS? I HAVE SEEN YOUR POSTS ON THE DAMAGE THEY HAVE DONE SO I ASSUME IT WAS NOT EASY. . AND I WAS THERE TO SEE WHAT YOU TRIED TO DO. TO HER. BUT I ASSUMED THAT WAS THE ONLY TIME YOU. TRIED TO GET YOUR HANDS BLOODY. OUT FOR BLOOD HAS TO BE JUST A FUN BLOG TITLE . . RIGHT? ]

( @bb-dot-animatronic )

Every single one of them are dead. I used whatever I could. My fists. A keyboard. A bat. An electrical cord. The only voice I heard was the alarm when I was done.

They deserved it after what they did to me. I couldn't die. They could. Death was mercy.

[amtrak12]

😂😂 Daphne is referencing Jung and Niles asks her to marry him right then and there 😌 I have to say I'm so happy you thought about that storyline because there was actually something I wanted to ask you about that episode, I would really love your insight, when you have the time of course. I always thought that Daphne wanting to leave the job has less to do with Martin getting better and more to do with her not wanting to live with Niles. Maybe she wasn't completely aware of her feelings then, but I think she knew living in his home would be too much for her. There's one thing when he comes to visit them at Frasier's but another when she has to live in his home, seeing him all the time, being surrounded by his things, possibly seeing him bring home dates the same way his brother does sometimes. I think it was too much for her to handle so she decided to remove herself completely from the situation, but in the end she couldn't do it because she love those 3 idiots too much and she got use to that lifestyle. I'm curious about your thoughts on this (via @lady-swanbell on this post)

Ohhhhhhhh yeah, I am definitely pulling out this reply into a separate post because it is GOOD! That is some GOOD shit right there! 🤯 I totally think you're onto something with this.

Okay I just rewatched some of the ep so I could get the order of events right. THE PANIC IN HER EYES when Martin asked how she felt about moving in with Niles. OMG she about had a heart attack, like O_O WHO SUGGESTED THIS? I DIDN’T SUGGEST THIS! WHAT’S HAPPENING? And it’s soooooo interesting that once she understands she’d be moving because Martin is moving in with Niles, she still instantly jumps to ‘oh I’m not needed anymore and should move on’. There is no thought put into that decision. There is no assessment of the situation or assessment of how Martin handles Niles’s apartment. Okay, she asked Martin a couple of basic questions about handling the stairs — BIG WHOOP! That is not due diligence, girlie! You’re not following some physical therapist code by leaving. You are just running! WHY? For the same reason she knows just how many stairs there are in that apartment:

Daphne Hates Sherry. Heat wave. She walked allllll through that apartment. She took a shower in Niles’s bathroom, wore his dressing gown, and CAME WITHIN ONE WATCH BEEP AWAY FROM SLEEPING WITH HIM because they were alone together at the Montana. Daphne’s buried a lot of things, including how in love with Niles she is by this point. But she is damn well aware of what almost happened that day of the heat wave, and it lurks in the back of her mind, haunting her from time to time. Especially because this is pre-Donny, so there’s been no serious relationship and no engagement to bury that ‘almost’ deeper in her mind. Daphne Hates Sherry only happened like 18 months ago! THE EVENTS OF FIRST DATE HAPPENED ONLY 5 MONTHS AGO! Also at the Montana! HMMMMMMM.

I think, perchance, there is a pattern here. When Daphne finds herself alone at the Montana with Niles, things happen. Dangerous things. Feelings related things.

And I’m going to quote one of my fave Niles/Daphne fics here: The Montana was out of bounds and therefore outside the rules of their normal lives. It’s fine to flirt too much and maybe, sort of, definitely almost sleep with Niles when they’re alone at his place. Just like it’s fine to show up unannounced and unrequested to hand over a dessert for Niles’s date and then end up sticking around to cook the entire dinner with him and then end up being the one on a date with him by the end of the night. It was just a friendly date and it was at his place! It doesn’t count!

But if the Montana apartment goes from being ‘outside of their normal lives’ to ‘everyday life’, now Daphne has a problem. She CLEARLY does not trust herself to use the normal rules they live by in Frasier’s apartment if she’s living with Niles. Again, note the sheer panic on her face when she hears about moving in with him.

But if she doesn’t know she’s in love with Niles yet then why is she so panicked? Well, for starters, she’s at least aware she feels a bit of attraction to him because Daphne Hates Sherry happened. And maybe she can pass that off as a one time thing, and even if it isn’t, she’s a grown adult and can control herself. It’s fine. It doesn’t mean anything. But that’s when she sees Niles for a few hours several times a week, max. Living with Niles is a very different animal and will lead to way, way too many temptations.

(Also this isn’t the main point, but I still have to mention it, the Montana is one sexy, sexy apartment. Okay, I’d certainly be willing to sleep with (and/or murder) someone to get my hands on that apartment. It’s GORGEOUS and that’s before you even get to the secret passageways *swoons*)

Anyway.

God, I just can’t get over how AWARE she obviously is that living with Niles would be a problem for her. And to be clear, she doesn’t think it’s a problem because she hates feeling attracted to him or something. She just thinks having an affair with Niles (and I do think she’d see it as an affair or a fling in her head) would be inappropriate. Taking advantage of him and his vulnerability from the drawn-out divorce comes up in fics a lot, which is fair. It’s not exactly how I read Daphne’s POV, but it’s certainly plausible. And if it’s not a serious relationship, then Niles being her employer’s brother becomes a bigger issue. Sleeping with Niles comes with a lot of risk, and if she’s potentially going to lose her job either way, then why not cut and run ahead of time before things have the chance to get messy? What’s riskier: leaving her cushy job and possibly struggling to find another one which may possibly put her visa at risk (if she’s on a work visa at this point, the show never gets into such mundane details) — or having a catastrophically messy affair with her employer’s brother that would definitely force her to leave her cushy job with a tarnished reputation that would make it harder to get hired again?

And I think she knows sleeping with Niles could end very, very badly and hurt them both. We don’t get any of the nervousness of ‘oh this could ruin our friendship’ with Daphne and Niles that we typically see in a friends-to-lovers storyline, and I think that’s because of what we discussed previously where leaving their wife and fiance was so dramatic and risky that neither of them had room to be wishy-washy on the matter. There was no ‘let’s try and see’. It was either ‘all in’ or nothing for them.

But we’re dealing with different risks in 6.03. Daphne’s dealing with different knowledge. She has no idea how Niles feels about her at this point. That’s why she views sleeping with Niles as an affair and not the start to a relationship. The primary risk here is that affair going badly and hurting both of them, and after that ‘almost’ in S4, Daphne firmly put an affair in the ‘not worth it’ category.

Convinced it isn’t worth it and yet also doesn’t trust herself to hold to that decision if she has to live with Niles day in and day out. And knowing she couldn’t trust herself was an immediate, gut reaction. Instinctively, she knew that she’d try to jump Niles’s bones if they lived together. *claps hands together* 🙏 *sharp inhale* It just… It feels like 22 year old, assumed hetero, me holding up a picture of Alison Brie from Community’s western paintball episode and shoving it into every straight guy’s face I knew saying “ISN’T SHE HOT????” until they agreed with me. Like, Daphne is soclose to understanding her feelings for Niles! SO CLOSE! And yet, also like past!me, it’s going to take her another 1-2 years more to actually grasp the truth. UGH! 😭

[silverfoxstole]

Found the Minister of Chance outtakes on Youtube (the Prologue itself is there too) and they’re rather amusing. Paul flubs aren’t often captured on screen!

[bellysoupset]

Now that you have mentioned Max's handwriting, I NEED to know how each of your OCs' handwriting looks like

Please and thank you

- 💜

Hi 💜!!

Yo, I've recently learned that Americans don't write in cursive? Well, fuck that.

Vince: By far the prettiest handwriting out of all my OCs! He writes in cursive and with very round letters, that are very evenly spaced and the same size, so sometimes it looks like it was done by a robot. In truth, Babbo and Ma schooled their children in handwriting (Vince the most, since they had more free time when he was an only child) and all of the Monacellis write like this!

Wendy: Wendy always had pretty, typewriter style handwriting. However, as she got older and more interested into the "ultrafeminine" aesthetic, her handwriting evolved. All this to say, Wendy signs her "i" with little hearts. Everything is an opportunity to show off her style!

Luke/Jonah: They share the third spot, because they basically learned how to write the same way. They shared an etiquette teacher, who used to slap their hands when they messed up. Then in boarding school, calligraphy was graded on! Both Luke and Jonah write in cursive, with big swoopy letters, except Luke's handwriting is slightly more muted and straight, while Jonah's is extravagant and tilted right.

(Leo knows this and he lowkey wants Jon to do the wedding invitations by hand. It's a fight for the future tho)

Max: Although I think Max's handwriting is uglier than Leo's, he goes over him because it's readable lol. He writes in block script, with too much pressure on his letters so the paper is always lowkey ruined. They're also very angular letters, almost looks like graffiti

Leo: Leo doesn't write in cursive, although he can read it. His letters are in block script, rounded, and very VERY tiny. For some reason he's got a pet peeve against using more than one page, so if he can cramp everything in one page, he will do that. More often than not he'll hand in things printed out, but still he uses like size 10pt and gets complaints over this often.

Bella: unreadable. Luke cannot trust this woman to write a groceries list. Bella's handwriting is in block print, but it's more of a chicken scratch than anything else. Vince, Jon and Wendy straight up cannot read her handwriting. Lucas can, but still he'll get things wrong. Whatever, it's not like she ever writes anything down, her job is a 100% digital. Bell is also the queen of abbreviation and grammar mistakes.

[bb-dot-animatronic]

HELLO?

[ RECEIVING TRANSLATION - WHAT WAS FREDBEAR’S LIKE? I DID NOT.. EXIST AT THAT POINT ]

No offence to the night guards, but working the day shift is vastly superior.

You get to see all the magic happening in Fredbear’s AND you're not struggling to stay awake the whole time. It's so much better!