#dr strings

[lynxgriffin]

Shot-in-the-dark guess about the prophecy: perhaps the monster hero is going to absorb the human soul, thus killing the human hero in the process, in order to attain a massive power boost to "save the world". If the monster hero was actually Noelle, then it could explain the "guided by love" phrase (hearkening the Weird Route) and the heart icon that appears on a later panel of the monster (the SOUL). All total conjecture, but that's half the fun in waiting for new chapters!

It's been such an important point so far that Susie is outside of our control. She's the one element that really does what she wants and will only do what the player wants if she wants it, too, and even then, she'll still do things her way.

And yeah, I do have this distinct scary feeling that that rule's going to be broken by the end of the game.

[cookie-run-incorrect-quotes]

For anyone with friends who don't know about Cookie Run:

Send them this lol

[a-drifting-mannequin]

Language Barrier

Fandom: Sonic (MOVIE) Pairings: Dr. Eggman | Dr. Robotnik/Agent Stone; Stobotnik Warnings: Cussing Chapter 1: Falling asleep

Summary: Whenever Robotnik feels immensely frustrated, Stone often hears something nearly illegible to his ears. Upon closer inspection, Stone feels like this problem would’ve been defused long ago if he had spoken up.

Short collection of five times Stone couldn’t (or more like outright refused to) understand Robotnik and one time when he actually responded.

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“God fucking hell!” Robotnik’s voice echoed through the empty lab, bouncing off the metal walls that surrounded him. His goggles were quickly tossed off of his head, landing on the floor with a dull thud, just beside the chair he was sitting on. Stone stood not too far away, watching the scene unfold with a silent sigh. Steaming coffee in hand, he approached the doctor with caution.

Ever since this project that had been bestowed onto them a week too late, Stone and Robotnik has been working their asses off to meet the deadline that was only a week away. Stone had sent many angry emails to Commander Walters during the first day of the project under Robotnik’s orders, but inevitably got no response in return which only served to fuel the doctor’s fury.

‘You can’t rush perfection’, they say. It didn’t look like G.U.N.’s higher-ups understood that. Even an average person shouldn’t expect too much from a genius.

While the deadline didn’t do as much as scare the pair, the unnecessary feedback and additional details that were missing from the original requirements was what throwing Robotnik off the edge. The doctor didn’t do so much as to walk out his lab, insisting on sleeping at the main console and refusing food. Stone had taken it as a mission to make sure that Robotnik was hydrated and eating, even if the doctor didn’t touch the food for an hour after it was placed down.

Coffee remained a necessity. Stone had consider switching the doctor’s usual latte out for something decaf, but the smell of decaf coffee had a huge difference compared to the latte the agent was used to making. Robotnik would notice right away, even when he hadn’t taken a sip of the liquid, so Stone decided against it.

“Your coffee, Doctor.” Stone said calmly, pressing the warm cup against Robotnik’s cheek in hopes of calming the man down.

For a moment, a flash of malice crossed those tired eyes. Robotnik’s body tensed up similar to a scared animal about to attack. And, in a way, he did try to attack Stone, unsuccessful or not.

The gloved hand that weren’t laid on the holographic keyboard clenched into a fist, pressing down on the buttons in the palm of his hand in a way that would’ve broke them. Robotnik’s fist came flying towards Stone, seemingly in a practiced move. If Stone hadn’t dodged it, he was sure he would end up with a broken nose and spilled coffee on the ground.

When Robotnik finally registered the fact that it wasn’t another no-name agent mocking him for feeling frustrated, his eyes soften almost instantly and the doctor took a moment to calm down and regain his composure. Stone’s gaze was unwavering, laced with a little surprise but his eyes were dominated mostly by genuine concern and worry for the doctor’s health.

Grabbing the steaming cup with a mumbled noise of appreciation and an unspoken apology, Robotnik tilted the cup upwards to completely drain all of the liquid in it. Stone watched with concern.

Placing the cup down with some force, his hand darted out to grab onto Stone’s tie, pulling him down so their faces were inches apart. Stone remained calm, glancing curiously at the doctor, noting that he might have to inflict some actual injuries onto the doctor in order to get him to sleep. The deadline be damned; he would prioritize the doctor’s health over a few machines. If said machines weren’t the badniks.

“Do you see this, Stone? Do you see what they’re making a genius like me do?” Robotnik asked, a finger pointed accusingly at the screen in front of him. His voice was a mixture of a breathy laugh and a scream that would’ve torn the universe apart. The universe in question was Stone.

Stone didn’t reply, understanding that was a rhetorical question and wasn’t meant to be answered. Instead, he offered the doctor a subtle nod, agreeing that this project was by far one of the stupidest thing they’ve been subjected to.

Field work was more stressful than this, but it would help Robotnik burn off some pent up energy and Stone’s pent up rage. It would do them both good but Walters had restricted field missions from Stone’s hands, instructing and treating him as if he was Robotnik’s caregiver. It’s not like it was ever a dull day working for the doctor, he just wanted to kill someone sometimes.

Then again, Stone reminded himself that Robotnik was too important to be out on field missions, both to him and to G.U.N.

If the doctor was severely hurt or wounded, it would take a while for him to recover. That meant delayed projects, no more commissions and efficiency within the lab plummet at a rate that was considered most concerning.

With a frustrated groan, the doctor released his tie and got back to work, hunched over like a shrimp and typing away at some codes before hastily turning to restart the assembly. Stone leaned down to pick up where his goggles had dropped, handing it back to the doctor and making sure to avoid touching Robotnik as much as possible. He needed his personal space right now.

Stone stayed leaning over Robotnik’s shoulder, occasionally moving some unwanted parts away and grabbing tools without the doctor needing to name it. Sparks flew and the sound of the badniks whirring behind the pair as they cleaned up any mess that was left behind filled the lab’s atmosphere. Stone could almost relax if it wasn’t his unwavering devotion and worry for Robotnik.

Of course, staying like this kind of hurt his back and his shoulders. Opting for a more comfortable position, Stone instead leaned against the arm of Robotnik’s chair, being able to relax better but still making an effort to not let his hip touch the doctor’s arm. Robotnik made no comment on Stone’s change of position, clearly too focused on the assembly than whatever his agent was up to.

“Disese gottverdammten Idioten, ich werde sie verdammt noch mal eines Tages umbringen.” Robotnik muttered under his breath in clear frustration after a few minutes of silence, removing his goggles again and titling his head up towards the ceiling, his hands coming up to drag down his tired out features.

The quietly said sentence snapped Stone out of his focus, eyebrow arching in confusion as he turned to look at the angered man. With his extensive research on the doctor, Stone knew that with his position within G.U.N, his language set must vary, from the most basic known languages to some more obscured. From the tone, Stone knew he was speaking German, but didn’t feel the need to respond to Robotnik with the same language. What he was actually curious about, however, was how suddenly Robotnik could change his language and accent.

Instead, Stone masked his understanding of German with slight confusion and intrigue.

“Doctor, could you translate what you said?” Stone requested politely, removing himself from where he was next to the doctor to stand beside him, eyes still directed towards Robotnik while his hands stay clasped in front of him.

“Stone, if your files say anything about you then you should’ve known what I said.” Robotnik resorted, eyebrows furrowing but his eyes never met Stone’s.

Stone stayed quiet for the rest of their work hours, only ever answering Robotnik’s direct orders with short responses. When work hours were over, however, Robotnik insisted that Stone stay at the lab in case of an emergency. Stone didn’t try to argue with the doctor, or point out the obvious excuse the doctor made.

Stone made himself comfortable on the couch that Robotnik had readily off to one side within the lab. Stone safely assumed the reason to have the couch here was because of the many times he saw the doctor sleeping at his monitor, never bothered moving to his own bed to get proper rest.

It was about midnight when Stone felt like his drowsiness was becoming overwhelming. Although he wanted to stay up to assist Robotnik with literally anything, his body and brain were betraying him.

Through hazy vision, the agent saw Robotnik turning around to look at him. A neutral expression laid on his exhausted features.

“Go to sleep, Stone.” Robotnik said simply. No sentiment.

“I can stay up, Doctor.” Stone replied, though he was sure that was a lie itself.

Robotnik didn’t say anything further, didn’t try to carry out the small conversation to make sure Stone stayed true to his words.

The agent did fell asleep at some point, much to his disappointment, laying on his front with his face slightly turned to one side to breathe on the couch. As he drifted off, the quiet drumming of Robotnik’s fingers were the only source of white noise Stone got.

The lab was cold; he could still feel it while he let sleep claim him, sending small shivers across his body as he tried curling in on himself before remembering that he was laying front down on the couch, face turned to one side to be able to breathe.

While he struggled in his sleep, trying to move his limbs that were already heavy from sleep, something that Stone assumed was a blanket was laid gently on his back. Immediately, all the shivering ceased. Stone swore he heard something that sounded vaguely like the doctor, but Stone blamed it on his tired and sleep deprived mind.

He definitely wouldn’t forget what was said to him, though.

“Godnatt, sykofant. Jag behöver dig fortfarande.”

Sometimes, Stone still surprise himself by the fact that his brain can still process his surroundings even in sleep. Maybe it came with the training, maybe Stone was just paranoid.

Morning came relatively quick, the sound of the alarm in still in his pocket waking Stone up with faint sounds and an annoying buzz. Stone groaned and rolled over to the best of his ability, staring up at the sleek black ceiling. He’s still in the lab, still in his suit now wrinkled. Stone used the back of his hand to wipe away at the dried drool on the side of his mouth.

No one was in the lab, all the badniks still in their charging station. The quiet hum of the lab could only provide the agent so much comfort before he was scrambling off the couch, rushing to his temporary quarters a room or two from the lab he was sleeping in before.

Stone couldn’t possibly work in this condition. He didn’t even look presentable enough to be in front of the doctor.

Stone rushed into his quarters and let the door behind him slid shut, concealing him from the soon-to-come judgmental eyes of the doctor.

Throwing open the wardrobe next to the bed he barely slept on, Stone sighed in relief when he saw the line of black attires still hung up and ironed perfectly inside. Taking one off and slipping inside the adjoined bathroom, Stone spent extra time carefully making himself look perfect. Shave a little there, comb down a cowlick here, make sure his eyes didn’t look sleep deprived.

After feeling content with how he looked, Stone exited his quarters with an air of perfectly tamed confidence, feeling like he could start the day normally.

As normal as it could get as Stone tried tiptoeing around the events of last night.

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Special thanks to @aramossy who is Swedish (love you)

Translation (in order):

Disese gottverdammten Idioten, ich werde sie verdammt noch mal eines Tages umbringen (German): These goddamn idiots, I'm going to fucking kill them one day

Godnatt, sykofant. Jag behöver dig fortfarande (Swedish): Goodnight, sycophant. I still need you

[zoethehead]

Well, i just came up with my own cookie run cookie wishlist, because why not?

[blamemma]

daniel ricciardo and max verstappen, 2024 vs. 2016

[slapthebass]

Source: spice.eplus.jp

[verdigrius-splendidus]

My submission for @neathyfashioncoalition!!!! Made Quilliam a Hallowmas costume based on Chrysolina cerealis!!!!! Look at he!!!!! So shiny...

[eiravolence]

severance needs to chill on the parallels for like one second i can't believe dr mauer had mark's bandaid from s1. it's unethical to keep doing this shit guys. im gonna break my jaw from opening it so wide every frame.

[jiinglespurs]

strong dominant woman x weak pathetic man

[thekingofspin]

Missing them hours

(fun fact: that's every hour)

[aq2003]

this bit of commentary. chewing glass

[desomorphosis]

Happy Mili (617) day!!

[millidew]

why do they look like little red riding hood and the big bad wolf here

[themintman]

Yk this was a silly doodle but then my tablet momentarily DIED died and I thought I lost this so I finished it out of spite.

DOGtor Trayaurus and.. uh.. UH.. Dan (I PANICKED I CANT THJNK OF ANY PUNS-)

[mudzdale]

for anyone who may be interested in creating a Habitdoll of their very own... here is, to the best of my ability, the organized pattern that @nottodaylogic has so kindly requested & patiently awaited (':

notes & instructional thoughts below the cut! (read: this is a freaking essay. good gog. i am so sorry)

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each of these images is meant to be 1 printer page each. i included a line on the 2 habit parts so they could be cut out & matched to each other at that line, to achieve his full size. obviously you, the dollmaker, are welcome to resize & readjust as you see fit (:

i included 2 versions of his upper body - one with the smaller head size i used, and one with the larger head i wish i had used. please choose whichever you prefer at your own discretion. the smaller head certainly isn't bad - that's why i still have my first draft doll! but to my eye the larger head is preferable.

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i included my clothing patterns which i adapted from Chelly Wood, legendary creator & distributor of free patterns for doll clothes. they are not perfect translations to the Habitdoll's cartoonish body plan, of course, but imo they serve the intended purpose decently enough. if you wish to use these patterns i've adjusted, please see Miss Chelly's video tutorials for the pants and the coat (that said, please take the coat pattern in particular with a grain of salt - obviously we are not adding a hood, piping, etc., but it should help with the overall construction of the garment).

i also did not add a lining to his clothing, or any other part of this plush, because i worked exclusively with NO-PILL FLEECE - i found it too thick to be worth adding any kind of lining to, but of course your mileage may vary if you use a different fabric, etc (: follow your heart!

his shoes are of course just his foot pattern, only a little larger - be sure to hem the tops! they are falling off all the time, however; if you do not plan on changing his clothes very often, you may consider tacking them onto his ankles with a couple of stitches. i did not want to mess around with buttonholes, so his coat is just closed with some velcro.

the trim on his coat & pants... i added them by sewing folded rectangles onto the inner hem of each piece. this is probably cheating, but i don't care. please double-check the length of your navy parts before adding the blue, to make sure the lining adds the appropriate amount of length - trim (as in cut) the navy as needed before you hem!

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of course, if you wish to skip this mess entirely and cut out simple, 2D clothing patterns, chuck jones' grinch style...

that is also perfectly valid! definitely way easier to do. good gog, the challenges i faced with this clothing.

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as i noted in my first Habitdoll post, making habit's face pieces with felt is the wiser thing to do. however, i haven't had any issues with the raw edges on his fleece coming apart yet... select your fabric at your own discretion, but i definitely recommend felt.

his eyes are created by cutting out the eyeline+eyelashes in black, then layering the orange eye on top of that, and then layering the black pupil on top of that!

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Habitdoll's hair construction was VERY TRICKY. i am so sorry i cannot provide detailed guidance here. as you can see on the pattern, i extended what would be the curve of the head pattern so i could drape my first piece over his head, and pin down the darts i found from there. then i just sewed down the darts, trimmed the excess fabric away to follow the curve of his head, and then did the same with the 2nd hair piece.

after making sure the 2 pieces matched each other, i sewed them together partially, then sewed them to his head. i recommend really stuffing his "hairline" so it stands tall and gives you the space you'll need to attach the bangs.

and speaking of his bangs, my final sin... i did not provide a pattern for the ones i actually went up going with because they were a combination of freehand & experimental luck (you are welcome to try something with the one i Did include in the pattern, if inspiration strikes you).

to recreate what i Actually did for the left ones, i believe i traced a quarter for the smaller circle, and then something else - maybe a bottlecap? - for the larger circle. cut 2 of each of these, sew together, & invert. stuff them both, close them up, then stitch a spiral into each - see me with questions if needed 😅 attach to his hairline with a ladder stitch.

his right bang was a total crapshoot. i don't know if i can explain how to recreate it - hideously embarrassing, my apologies ): i just took a cut of scrap fabric, then folded it in half and stitched it shut... curled up the large end, stitched that so it stayed curled, and then ladder-stitched it onto the hairline. obviously you may headcanon his hairstyle completely different from me, so my hope is you can find a different way to give him that hair if needed. again: i am so flipping sorry. i am happy to help problem-solve if needed (':

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these patterns do NOT include any kind of seam allowance. please add at your own discretion - i prefer to just eyeball them as i cut the fabric, myself. i alternated using whip stitches and running stitches as needed throughout the project; i trust the user of this pattern has enough experience to judge which is best. however, if you have questions or feel you need guidance on any parts, you are welcome to send me an ask or DM, and i will do my best to assist! (:

thanks for your patience!

[blobee]

clef and kondraki worms

Wormhs