#sky sanctuary zone

[theknucklehead]

I appreciate X Generations giving Sonic respond dialogue to his friends after rescuing them instead of just standing there in silence like he did in the original.

[fyeahsonicthehedgehog]

[diary-of-dr-eggman]

AI Prompt: Write an entry in Dr. Eggman’s diary about Great Turquoise Zone.

Dear Diary,

I recently took a trip to Great Turquoise Zone, and I must say, it was quite underwhelming. I mean, sure, the color turquoise is nice and all, but the zone itself was pretty lackluster. And to make matters worse, the residents there were just turtles! Can you believe it? Turtles as far as the eye could see.

But that's not even the worst part. These turtles were so slow and uncoordinated that they couldn't even properly defend themselves against my badniks. It was like watching paint dry, except even more boring.

And to top it all off, I had to endure Sonic and Tails zipping around like they were on a sugar rush, making it even harder to focus on the task at hand. Ugh, why can't these pests just sit still for once?

Anyway, I don't think I'll be visiting Great Turquoise Zone again anytime soon. It's just not worth the effort. I think I'll stick to more exciting zones, like Lava Reef or Sky Sanctuary.

Until next time,

Dr. Eggman

[dailypearldoodles]

Pearl but as a Sky COTL person(i think their called moths)

Day 342

Just the newbies are called moths by the fandom! Canonically theyre children of light, but people usually call them skykids or skids for short

Have a moth Pearl and Grian :3

[sarcodyne]

Got to the Sanctuary Islands in the SKY Children of Light game and like they have the opposite of the The Adventure Zone void fish. You even get the Jellyfish call.

All I could think of is the description in TAZ where the Voidfish is describing it’s past (I think? It’s been a while since I listen to TAZ) and it talks about being with its family in a water cave WHICH IS WHAT HAPPENS IN SKY

but the jellyfish are more light jellyfish rather than voidfish

So TAZ and Sky have the two sides of fantasy jellyfish spectrum lol

[therummesoccupied]

After finishing my 6th playthrough of Sonic Frontiers, I got to thinking about the Cyberspace levels, specifically the oft-bemoaned re-use of old level themes implemented for them, and how these could have been better implemented.

Certainly, the best-case scenario would have been to just make new level themes altogether, but my thinking here was to try and figure out how SEGA could have used the ones they did in a manner more effective to the overall themes of the game itself.

Memory is a really strong theme in this game - this is kind of put forward for the reason that they used old level themes to begin with - and each of the game's 4 main islands has its own storyline centering around one of Sonic's companions and their memories.

This, of course, does not include Rhea Island, but we get lucky there because Rhea also does not have Cyber Space stages.

4 main islands (Kronos, Ares, Chaos, Ouranos)

4 companions (Amy, Knuckles, Tails, Sage)

4 level themes (Green Hill, Chemical Plant, Sky Sanctuary, City)

What's interesting to me (and odd that SEGA seemingly did not catch) is that each level theme kind of matches up with one of the companions in some way.

It wouldn't take a lot - if any - tweaking to reimagine the City as Stardust Speedway, where Sonic rescued Amy from Metal Sonic in her debut.

Sky Sanctuary is on Angel Island, where Knuckles lives, first appearing in Knuckles' debut game - Sonic 3 & Knuckles.

We have Chemical Plant on West Side Island, where Tails is from, and where he first met Sonic back in Sonic 2

Then we're left with Green Hill, which does not hold much relevance to Sage, but is significant to Sonic himself, as it's where his adventures began - the first level from the first game in the series.

So how do we capitalize on this?

The problem is that, in the game, the Cyber Space level themes are all mixed up. On every island, you'll do some Green Hill stages, some Chemical Plant stages, some City stages, and some Sky Sanctuary stages.

Instead, we would have each island implement ONE level theme for its Cyber Space stages.

It's likely the level layouts could even remain largely the same, they would just need to switch some of the assets they used.

Stardust Speedway on Kronos Island to emphasize Amy's story

Sky Sanctuary on Ares Island to emphasize Knuckes' story

Chemical Plant on Chaos Island to emphasize Tails' story

And Green Hill on Ouranos Island to bring everything home for the finale

This not only helps justify the re-use of old level themes by linking them to each of the characters and their memory-centric stories, but it also gives each island a stronger identity, with each having its own aesthetic theme for its Cyber Space stages.

[tottentz]

SOMEONE TO YOU ── zenless zone zero, sfw ౨ৎ⠀⠀or little things you do that make them fall in love again ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ gender neutral reader⠀/⠀ft. billy kid, nicole, anby, wise, belle, von lycaon, zhu yuan. ♡ˎˊ˗

— VON LYCAON ꩜.ᐟ ˗ˏˋwho loves when you fix his clothes. it's nothing, really, you say, adjusting a crooked collar or smoothing a wrinkle. but to lycaon, who wrenches your hips flush to his own when you attempt to break away, it's as if you're unlocking a secret part of his world. the slight, almost imperceptible smile that graces his lips speaks volumes, and if you notice the wagging of his tail or his ears twiching, you never bring it up, instead, you giggle and remind him to be careful—lycaon knows it's not just about the clothes, as he yearns for an affinity but is terrified of the eternal menaces that endanger you and himself alike, but for now, lycaon can get used to the way you treat him as though he is the center of your universe simpers when he deliberately separates from your embrace by prying away and halting the intimate dance formerly initiated. 

— ANBY ꩜.ᐟ ˗ˏˋwho loves when you watch movies with her. anby just adores those quiet evenings when you and she are nestled together, lost in the glow of a flickering screen. it doesn't matter if you understand the movie, or if it is not your favorite genre, she thrives on the way your eyes light up in the dark, a mirror to her own fascination, and in the same way, you always listen to everything she has to say about the film. anby does not know how to physically express her emotions, but she makes it up by pressing your head to her and feel what you often feel with you: safe, soothed — at home. the effect she has on you, it makes you think that maybe everything will be alright. and if you fall asleep, she smooth her palms up and down your sides. she's soothing you, even like this. does she even realize it, you wonder, is it just second nature for her? you don't need an answer right now.

— BILLY KID ꩜.ᐟ ˗ˏˋwho loves when you praise him. he swears his abdomen houses clutters of butterflies who dance to the tempo of his non-existent palpitating heart, and his cranium is a ground of play for rampant imagery whenever he hears your voice. he revels in the way you celebrate his victories, no matter how small, and how you tease him with an affectionate grin after every misstep. your belief in him, wrapped in your energetic spirit, lights up his world with a spark that fuels his every move. and there's also you. his person. and he loves, and loves, and loves so endlessly you'd think he would give you the world and everything in the sky, if he could. and if he feels too embarrassed, he would gasp as if stumbling upon treasure before he clumsily grips at your shoulders with a child's enthusiasm. billy is sure to divulge his honest opinion. you, to him, were his one in a million.

— NICOLE ꩜.ᐟ ˗ˏˋwho loves when you hold her. she will never admit it, but nicole finds a serene joy in the gentle, reassuring touch of your hands. it could be any part of her body, from the way you keep your hands warm for nicole when it's cold outside and come up behind her and rubs them up and down her arms. she can do it herself, obviously, but you don't stop, whether it's a supportive grip during a comission or a delicate caress in passing, you know it brings a soothing sense of closeness that she treasures. in private, however, she's so ironically fragile. you could hold her in the palm of your hand, present his broken pieces to the world and they'd still choose to be fooled. the leader of the odd-job agency the cunnin hares will never admit the times she falls asleep like that, cradled against you, soft in your arms.your touch is like a quiet promise that reassures her and makes her heart flutter with contentment, 

— WISE ꩜.ᐟ ˗ˏˋwho loves when you lull him to sleep. when insomnia weaves its restless threads around him, it's your voice that becomes his sanctuary. you don't care if you have to be up at 4am. if you stir awake at an odd hour and finds him still up and restless, you'll always be wrapping around him before he can get a word out,a and it doesn't matter if he is working on the computer or watching the tv, you'll drag him back to bed so you'll press him snug to your warm chest as you hum in that soft, gravely tune that always helps him fall asleep. and in the morning, he is grateful to be woken up by you snoring next to him, and wise breaks into a smile at the sight, eyes baring crow's feet as his fingers rouse through your knotted locks, thumb prodding into your temple and stroking soothing lengths into the dimpled flesh. your presence becomes his most cherished remedy.

— BELLE ꩜.ᐟ ˗ˏˋwho loves when you play fighting games with her. she always wins, anyway, but you know the way belle’s eyes sparkle with a fierce joy when you join her in the world of fighting games is worth the try. if only you knew she consistently were to be reduced to putty in your hands, an object to be used for your disposal, belle would allow such. to remain within contact for a second more, she’d do whatever it took. desire which set her heart aflame affirmed her certainty when deciding his aim for the future. she would remain by your side, sure to treasure everlasting memories crafted within your presence. she still hands out pieces of herself like there's enough to go around (there isn't). and when she lose( on purpose ), she since convinced herself that she has already won. content with the belief he had already acquired millions with you.

— ZHU YUAN ꩜.ᐟ ˗ˏˋwho loves when you buy flowers for her. zhu yuan's heart flutters with a delicate joy whenever you present her with flowers, their vibrant colors a testament to your affection. she once mentioned how much she likes keeping fresh flowers, but since she is busy she would not have time to take care of them; and now the house never seems to run out of them, the vases always full with fresh sugar water and kept - you tend them for her. blemishes blind to her eye, she discerned only visage of an appeal, your charm far too bewitching to discourage her nursing of attraction towards you. she adores not just the flowers themselves, but the care you take in nurturing them, reflecting the same tenderness you offer her. regardless of how you had been perceived by peers or what grade you had been given, the way she viewed you was like no other.

. ࣪✦ ៸៸ tottentz ▐ © 2024 ､ ? 𓄹 ܵ ۪

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

the thing about the dubai penthouse is that it's a prison it's a birdcage it's a cemetery it's the Garden of Eden it's a theater it's a tomb it's a church it's a haunted mansion it's a dollhouse it's a war zone it's a Venetian palazzo & a New Orleans townhouse it's a waiting room it's a sanctuary it's a mental hospital it's an art museum it's an emblem of exploitative capitalism it's a dick metaphor it's a middle finger to god it's a slowly dying person it's an undead corpse it's a gated community it's a gap between dimensions it's a Venus fly trap it's a castle in the sky it's a child of divorce it's the interior of a burnt skull it is more than anything a very nice place to hang out and gossip with your friends :)

[officialunar]

A deity and A man

This fanfic will be on deity!reader and just Lnd man’s because..I have yet to see anyone do this as often and maybe I can give it a try🙂‍↕️…

(I’m sorry yall i suck at aesthetics😭����)

Warning:All fluff!

Sylus x Reader , Zayne x Reader ,Rafayel x Reader,Xavier x Reader! (All seperated)

Fanfic under cut!

The first time you encountered Sylus was unforgettable, mostly because he strolled into your quiet sanctuary like he owned the place. You were sitting on your favorite cliff, enjoying a rare moment of peace, when he appeared, his presence as bold as his white hair and piercing red eyes.

"So, you’re the deity I’ve heard so much about," he said, that cocky smirk plastered on his face. "I expected someone more... awe-inspiring."You arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. “And I expected a little more humility from someone who clearly just crashed the party.”

He laughed, unfazed. “Touché. But really, what’s a powerful deity like you doing out here all alone? Don’t you have realms to rule or something?”

“Watching over mortals is a bit boring,” you replied, crossing your arms. “But it seems like you need to work on your entrance.”With a playful glint in his eyes, he leaned closer. “I think my entrance was just fine. You’re the one who needs to lighten up.”

---

Now, weeks later, he’s become a regular visitor, showing up as if it’s his right. Tonight, as you sit under a sky full of stars, he slides down beside you, settling in with that same familiar grin.“Another night of solitude, huh?” he teases, nudging you lightly. “I hope you’ve saved some entertainment for me.”“Only if you can keep up,” you shoot back, the corner of your mouth twitching up in a smirk.He laughs, leaning closer, the playful challenge hanging between you. “Oh, I like a good challenge. What do you have in mind?”

You ponder for a moment, then say, “How about a little wager? If you can make me laugh before midnight, I’ll grant you one wish.”His eyes widen with intrigue. “And if I can’t?”“Then you have to leave me alone for a week,” you counter, enjoying the game.“Deal,” he says, and the tension shifts, both of you aware of the stakes.

As the night unfolds, Sylus starts pulling out his worst jokes, ranging from terrible puns to absurdly exaggerated stories about his ‘adventures’ in the N109 Zone. You try your best to hold it together, but each ridiculous tale has you laughing harder than the last.“Alright, you win,” you finally admit, breathless with laughter as midnight approaches. “You’re better at this than I thought.”

He grins, triumphant. “Now, what’s my wish, oh great deity?”You lean in, a mischievous glint in your eye. “How about you start by never calling me ‘great’ again? It’s just cringe.”He laughs, a deep, genuine sound that fills the night air. “I think I can live with that... for now.”

I’m sorry guys this is the only gif I found🥲🥲

Your first encounter with Xavier is when you floated through the abandoned warehouse, doing a routine check on the realm of humans when you stumbled across a familiar sight: A weird man , sprawled out on the floor, snoring softly. His greyish-white hair glowed faintly in the dim light, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Is this really how Deepspace Hunters do their jobs?” you said, voice smooth and teasing. He cracked one eye open, blinked at you, and promptly went back to sleep. (Sleeping beauty core??)

“Hey! Wake up! There’s a Wanderer nearby!” “Mmm, five more minutes…” he mumbled, rolling over. You sighed, shaking your head. “If you don’t wake up, you’re going to become its breakfast.” He jolted awake at that, leaping to his feet. “Why didn’t you say so?” He grabbed his sword and looked around, still half-asleep.

You couldn’t help but laugh as he took down the Wanderer with a flurry of sleepy strikes, yawning between swings. It was a chaotic dance of light and snoring, and somehow it all worked out.

- - -

Fast forward to now, you find yourself lounging in his apartment, a divine being sharing space with a hunter who’s currently napping on the couch. You watch as he shifts in his sleep, mumbling about “no more Wanderers” and “just five more minutes.” You lean over, poking him. “Xavier! Time to wake up!” He opens one eye lazily. “Is it a divine emergency?”

“Only if you consider missing breakfast a crisis.” He grins, stretching like a cat. “Good enough reason to wake up. What’s on the menu today?” “Pancakes, if you can manage to stay awake long enough to eat them.”

“Challenge accepted,” he smiles, and with that, he sits up, looking more awake but still a bit groggy. You can’t help but smile at his half-asleep charm. “Just promise me you won’t nap through the cooking.” “Only if you promise to keep the pancakes divine,” he replies, and you both laugh, the playful banter filling the room as you start breakfast together.

(Ah..next one,my favourite..I swear I’m not bias🥹👍)

The reason you visit Dr. Zayne Li—or rather, insist on popping into his life at the most inconvenient times—is a bit… unconventional. As a deity, you’re technically there to “watch over” him. After all, every mystical Foreseer needs a divine overseer, right? Or at least, that’s what you tell him when he raises an unimpressed eyebrow at your appearances. You’re meant to ensure he doesn’t stray from his destined path or, perhaps more accurately, doesn’t “forget” to relay prophecies or handle those icy, mystical duties Astra assigned him in the Tower of Thorns.

But, in truth, it's not just about cosmic obligations. There’s something about Zayne’s rigid, always-in-control demeanor that just begs for a little mischief. Maybe you’re a bit of a troublemaker (for his own good, of course), or maybe you simply find it amusing to see a doctor—always so precise and serious—dealing with the unexpected interruptions of a deity who shows up to “check on him.”

Sometimes, you claim it’s to make sure he’s managing that balance between mortal work and mystical duty properly. Other times, you vaguely mutter something about “divine energy alignment” while he just stares at you, unamused. The truth is, you’re always a little curious about this stubborn, hardworking doctor who treats his patients with such dedication but himself with nothing short of reckless neglect.

Though you’ll never admit it, seeing Zayne unphased by both heart surgery and celestial visits from an actual deity gives you an odd sense of calm—even if that calm comes with a side of his barely-suppressed eye-rolls. So, you keep dropping by, claiming to ensure he’s fulfilling his duties. And maybe, just maybe, you’re checking on him for reasons you’d never confess to his face.

The first time you met Rafayel, you were just a deity wandering around as usual, doing whatever it is deities do between one world and another. And honestly? You were a little bored, as any immortal would be after centuries of staring at endless ocean waves and making sure they didn’t get rowdy.

But that day, you saw something unusual: a young Lemurian, barely more than a kid, washed up on the shore like some bedraggled fish. He was tangled in seaweed, sputtering and swearing in a way that—if you were being honest—was more adorable than intimidating. You crouched over him, tapping his cheek with a finger, and asked, “You look like a drowned fish, kid. Need a hand, or should I start looking for some lemon slices to go with you?”

In response, he cracked open one eye, scowling like a wet cat, and muttered, “Who’re you calling a fish?”

Fast forward, and you had him propped up against a rock, offering him your limited (but highly entertaining) medical expertise. “Pretty lucky I was in the area,” you said, taking full credit for an accident of fate. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Rafayel,” he said, with as much dignity as a sea-sodden kid could muster.

“Cute name. Sorta like ‘fish fillet’,” you mused. He made a sound like he was trying not to laugh—or choke.

And just like that, Rafayel became your first-ever Lemurian “friend.” Over the next few years, whenever you were in the mood for company, you’d find him, or he’d find you. He’d grown out of his fishy awkwardness and into a young god of mischief himself. The Lemurian civilization saw you both as mythical, larger-than-life beings—until, of course, humans got involved, greedy as usual, wanting the blood of Lemurians for eternal life and all that jazz. You saw Rafayel change, his trust in humanity hardening into something darker, his artistry taking on a sharper edge.

But somehow, he never lost his humor or his bratty attitude with you.

- - -

The next time you run into him, it’s pure luck—or destiny, if you want to give it a fancy label. You’re strolling through Linkon City, admiring the odd human inventions they’ve come up with since you last paid attention. And just like that, you find yourself at Whitesand Bay, standing outside a sleek, modern art studio with a pretentious name you suspect he came up with in the middle of the night. Mo Art Studio,the sign reads. Classic Rafayel. You shove the door open and walk in without a second thought.

He’s perched on a ladder, painting the highest reaches of a canvas, looking like he just stepped out of an angsty artist’s dream. His purple hair’s mussed, and he has paint smeared across one cheek, which, you note with satisfaction, he hasn’t even noticed. You clear your throat, and he almost loses his balance, swearing under his breath as he catches himself.

“Well, if it isn’t the original fish out of water,” you say, crossing your arms with a grin.

He slowly turns, narrowing his eyes. “You.I thought you’d finally gone off to meddle with someone else’s civilization.” He smirks, hopping off the ladder, wiping his paint-streaked hands on his dark pants. “I see some things never change.”

“Neither do you,” you retort, making a show of studying him. “Still look like a kid I’d throw a fish at just for fun.”

“And you still look like you don’t belong on dry land,” he shoots back, with that tsundere spark in his eye. “You realize you’re disrupting a masterpiece in progress, don’t you?”

“Oh, is that what this is?” You pretend to admire the half-finished painting behind him. “Looks more like a disaster in progress, to me.”

His grin twitches. “What would a storm deity know about art? Stick to making trouble for fishermen or whatever you’re doing these days.”

You step closer, tapping a finger against the crimson coral in the corner of the canvas, looking at him knowingly. “This coral… it’s still soaked in blood, isn’t it?”

He raises an eyebrow, unbothered. “You catch on quick.” Then he leans forward, lowering his voice. “Let’s just say it’s a way of reminding certain… patrons of their crimes.”

“Not a grudge,” he says lightly, flashing that roguish grin. “Just selective justice.” Then he pauses, tilting his head at you. “I’m curious—what brings you here? Did the ocean get boring without me?”

“Oh, please,” you roll your eyes. “I just wanted to see how you’re holding up. Maybe witness the mess you’ve made of ‘modern’ civilization.” You give the painting another once-over. “I gotta say, Rafayel, revenge art? Bold choice.”

You grin. “Still holding grudges, I see.”

He shrugs, crossing his arms. “Art’s about making people feel something. And if it happens to make a few insufferable humans lose their minds, well… maybe that’s just a bonus.”You laugh, reaching over to ruffle his hair—just to annoy him. “Still such a brat, aren’t you?”

He swats your hand away, cheeks flushing just a bit. “And you’re still an annoying deity who doesn’t understand personal space.” He clears his throat. “But since you’re here, maybe you’d like to see what real art looks like up close.” He gives you a sly look. “Provided you can keep your opinions to yourself for once.”

“Sure, I’ll give you a free critique.” You wink, settling on his studio couch with exaggerated nonchalance. “Just don’t cry if I’m too harsh.”

(I’m sorry yall I had a bit too much fun)

[rika-mmendmethings]

Lethe Récords l Sylus

Summary: In the forgotten shadows of N109, Lethe, a humble record shop, becomes a sanctuary for secrets and records. Amid its vinyl aisles, a quiet connection forms between the shopkeeper, you, and Sylus over choice of vinyl and trade of thoughts. But it had been just your delusion, for the woman beside him was just the proof of that.

Warning(s): one-shot, partially canon (?), reader is implied to be female, reader is the owner of a record shop which is also kinda an intel hub, angst with (little?) no comfort, no happy ending (let's cry together), unrequited love, Sylus and mc are in a relationship

Word count: 3.6k

Now playing: Fine by Taeyeon

Notes: We all know Sylus is a record collector from his bond and the gift on his desk (Chaconne in G minor Vitali and a track of The Beatles). So I wanted a fic with a record shop owner reader and a collector Sylus with a little bit of fun twists. So here it is, except it's heart-shattering angst (whoops). Consider this early release of my appreciation for all those who support me. Anyways, Idk shit about classical music, but my boyfriend is into it, so he taught me, but I might've messed up his teachings a bit (or did I? idk). Hopefully, you enjoy this ♥ {Also, do you remember Chang from Risqué Sketches? He's about to make lots of appearances in my fics lol}

The N109 zone was a place where shadows whispered secrets, and the air was thick with the smell of damp asphalt, rusting steel, and things unsaid. It was a place where the law had all but forgotten its existence, a cityscape of hidden alleyways and dimly lit bars, where even the sunlight seemed hesitant to break through the layers of grime. But there, in the midst of it all, was a small oasis of refuge — a record store, no bigger than a mediocre apartment, nestled humbly between a pawnshop and a closed-up diner. Its name was Lethe, the place where the forgotten could be remembered, and where the living could lose themselves in the embrace of music that belonged to a different era.

The shop itself, a modest thing by the standards of the world outside, had lived for six years in quiet rebellion against the noise of the city — and it wore its age like a badge of honor. Its creaky wooden floors groaned with history, each board telling a story of moments, of hands that had come and gone, flipping through the endless rows of vinyl. 

The front window, where the evening light would filter in soft and golden, was always a little fogged, as if the outside world couldn’t quite reach inside. It framed a wooden sign that hung with quiet dignity, its curves and loops spelling out the name ‘Lethe’ in graceful cursive, a promise in every swish of the inked letters. The name itself seemed to hum softly, as though it carried a secret — a gentle invitation to forget, to step into another world. Beneath the sign, a poster tacked up crookedly on the door read: ‘From the worldly shackles and bounds you could leave, if you dare to embrace the music of Lethe.’  

The air inside was always laced with a heady mix of old paper, polished wood, and something more elusive. It clung to the walls and to the worn leather of the armchair in the corner, where many would sink into the embrace of a record’s melody, just to breathe in the atmosphere that Lethe breathed out. And then, there were the fairy lights, strung haphazardly across the ceiling, twinkling softly like distant stars in a sky that had forgotten the sun.

The records themselves lined the shelves like an old friend waiting to be discovered anew. Vinyl of every size and shape, from the dustiest blues and jazz to the most obscure classical works, gleamed under the soft glow of the lights. There were endless racks of albums, some well-worn, others pristine, each one a story in itself. 

Beyond the records, displayed with quiet pride, were the instruments — delicate pieces of craftsmanship, few in number but rich in history. A violin with a body carved so finely it seemed to hum with its own resonance, a guitar with strings that had never been plucked but still held the promise of music, a flute that glimmered with silver edges, its tone a silent call to the weary-hearted. They were art as much as they were function, set up carefully in their display cases like treasures too precious to be touched.

The walls, covered with a scattered array of posters, felt like a gallery of past artists and long-forgotten musicians. Each poster was more than just a picture; it was a moment frozen in time, a testament to the golden eras of music that whispered through the very walls of Lethe. Names like Coltrane, Chopin, and Fitzgerald hung side by side with the obscure and the unknown, faces frozen in mid-song, lost to the ages, yet alive within these walls. 

But the shop wasn’t just a haven for vinyl collectors; it was a hub for everyone who was involved in the crime and gore of the area. During the day, fewer people came and went, but it was never the same when the sun sank behind the horizon. At night, the record store became something else. It transformed into a marketplace of whispers, of people looking for connections, for someone to share a secret with. And in the midst of it all, there was you, always behind the counter, always listening, always willing to trade what you knew for a few hundred dollars, a few hundred dollars that would let you scrape by for another month. Because after all, survival amid a criminal filled city required knowledge of valuable information and not dusty records.

You were only twenty-four-something, but life had already etched a certain tiredness in your bones. The dark circles under your eyes weren’t from sleepless nights spent worrying over a future you couldn’t quite see. They were the result of endless days in a shop that sold more than music. She peddled information too. And in this world, information was currency — dangerous currency, but currency all the same. The deals were made in whispers, promises sealed with thin lips and even thinner smiles, and no one ever seemed to care about the weight of the things they traded for their little piece of safety. 

It was one of those rare, sun-drenched afternoons in the N109 zone when the dust in the air caught the light, and the streets seemed a little quieter, as if the world was holding its breath. Lethe, as always, stood in the shadow of the chaos that thrived outside, its small wooden sign swaying gently in the breeze. The shop was still, save for the occasional rustle of vinyl, the murmur of the turntable spinning quietly in the corner, and the soft click of your fingers tapping against the counter.  You were lost in your own thoughts, letting the hum of the day wash over you.

Then, the bell over the door jingled.

It was a sound that barely broke the silence, but the instant it did, something in the atmosphere shifted. A weight descended, and you looked up, your breath catching in your throat as your eyes met him.

Sylus.

The moment he stepped inside, the shop seemed to go still. Sylus was the leader of Onychinus, undisputed king of the N109 zone, a figure whose name was spoken in hushed tones, whose reputation preceded him like a dark cloud that rained fear. With a bounty on his head worth billions, he was both a criminal mastermind and a myth — one that most were too terrified to approach. Yet here he was, strolling into Lethe like he owned the place. 

He was tall, impeccably dressed in all-black dress shirt with slacks, and there was a certain elegance to the way he carried himself. His eyes, a burning ruby red, seemed to see everything at once, and yet, nothing at all. There was something in that gaze — cold, calculating — as if the entire shop were just another piece on a chessboard, one he was already strategizing his next move on.

You thought he had been here for just business so you were mildly surprised when you saw him make no move toward the counter and rather stay planted in front of the shelves. His presence filled the room, his height towering over the rows of vinyl, his sharp eyes scanning the shop with an air of quiet condescension. His gaze briefly flicked to you before settling on the rows of records in front of him. 

His fingertips trailed over the surface, gently exploring the textured artwork, feeling the grooves and edges of the cover. His movements were slow, deliberate, like a man who was never in a rush, never worried that time might slip through his fingers. You noticed him picking out something from the corner of your eye and instantly buried your face in the magazine you had been holding after you saw him approach the counter. 

You had been doing your best to appear nonchalant when, without warning, the magazine was plucked from your hands. Before you could even process what had happened, it was placed back between your outstretched palms, but this time, something was different. The letters now seemed suddenly clearer, more legible. And with a surge of mortifying realization, you understood — you had been holding the magazine upside down. The worst part? He had right away corrected it, without a single word, and that quiet action made you want nothing more than to crawl into a hole and disappear. 

“Good afternoon,” his voice was smooth, like velvet, but with an undercurrent of something sharp. 

“What can I help you with today?” you asked, trying to shake off the former awkwardness.

“I’m looking for information. About Chang. You know who he is, don’t you?”

You could almost feel the weight of his expectations pressing down on you. He wasn’t here to waste time. He had no need to make small talk. You swallowed hard, “I know of him,” you replied carefully. “What do you want to know?”

Sylus didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took a slow step closer to the counter, leaning slightly, his eyes still on her, still calculating, as if the conversation itself was part of some grand scheme. "Chang is dealing with uncut diamonds, isn't he?" Sylus continued, his tone still so smooth, so assured, as though this wasn’t a conversation, but an order. “I need to know what he plans to do with them. The man is cleaning after himself.”

He picks up a small hourglass from your table, playing around with it as he continues, “He’s a rat in my meticulously arranged system. I plan to have him gone.” He flips the hourglass, putting it back down on your table and shifts his ruby gaze to you as he starts, “And time is a very valuable factor of mine so I’d suggest you start now.” 

The sand falls from the upper chamber, it trickles down in a continuous, delicate cascade, each grain slipping past the narrow constriction of the hourglass’s neck. You were aware that the information that you might be handing might be the reason for multiple deaths but you had stopped caring a while ago in this kind of business.  You feel like a bomb ticking above you and usher to tell him whatever you know about Chang the businessman. 

“Chang is arranging the delivery of those diamonds through ocean freight. He already has everything ready on the docks and is just waiting for the cargo ship to arrive. The estimated time of shipment should be around 7 in the evening today.”

Sylus hummed, rubbing his chin in thought. You thought that that was it and he’d be paying you and going off on his way. Sylus, to your surprise, seemed to care less for the information. He fetched out his card and even placed the record he had picked on the table, intending to pay for both the information and the vinyl. 

Huh. You never expected him to be someone who was interested in record collecting.

You sneaked a glance at the cover of the record he was purchasing. It was a one-sided vinyl featuring the track “Yesterday” by The Beatles. You had heard the track before and had concluded it to be a pretty sentimental track. Surprises after surprises for you, he was a melancholic person as well. You handed him his black card back, along with the bill and the now wrapped-up record. You watched him walk away, something in you telling that this won’t be your last meeting.

Weeks passed, and the steady rhythm of Lethe continued — the low hum of vinyl spinning, the soft murmur of conversation, the quiet rustling of records as they were flipped through. But something had changed in the air of the shop, something subtle, a shift that you couldn’t quite place at first. Sylus came in more frequently, not just to inquire about shady deals or exchange whispered secrets for a few hundred dollars, but for no reason at all — or so it seemed. The lines between business and something else blurred with each visit. 

At first, it was still the same. Sylus would walk in with that knowing, calculated air, his ruby eyes scanning the room with a hunger that went beyond the information he sought. He’d ask about Sherman, about the mafiosos, about anyone who held a thread of power he could pull — and in exchange of a few thousand dollars, you would give him the answers he craved. Each transaction was sharp and direct, devoid of warmth. But soon enough, those visits began to change.

At first, it was small things — casual remarks, little moments of lightness. Sylus would comment on the weather, his words almost a challenge as if he were testing the waters. He’d ask if she had heard a certain piece of music lately, or inquire about a specific artist he hadn’t seen in the shop before. The questions were simple, almost innocent, and yet, there was an edge to them, an underlying curiosity that didn’t feel quite like the cold precision of their first meeting.

You noticed it one afternoon, when Sylus wandered through the aisles, running his fingers across the records, almost idly. You had unknowingly trained your eyes on him, not even bothering to act busy. He caught your gaze a few times and each time you apologized profusely but didn’t stop your blatant gawking. 

“You know… for someone who seems so apologetic for staring,” he started with that characteristic half-smile, the one that was always so difficult to read. “You do seem to be doing a lot of it.” His crimson gaze met yours as he finished and you felt yourself grow warm at that. 

His words were teasing, but they didn’t hold the same edge they once had. They were softer, more casual, as if he didn’t need to guard every word with the same razor-sharp caution. He had become a regular — not just for business, but for the quiet company that Lethe and its records and you offered, even if it was laced with a few words and comfortable silences.

Each time though, without fail, he’d slip a record onto the counter. Not always a new purchase, sometimes the same album again, as though each listen brought him closer to understanding something. You began to notice the pattern — the records he bought were always melancholic, always steeped in the kind of sadness that you found hard to ignore. Bach, Chopin, Beethoven, Rachmaninoff. Composers who spoke of love, loss, and longing. 

By the time another boring Sunday night rolled around, you were used to the silence of the shop. It was an uneventful evening, the rain tapping lightly against the windows, a soft rhythm accompanying the quiet. You moved with the routine of someone who had long since learned how to close up without haste, the motions automatic as you arranged your desk. You were just about to switch off the lights  when the bell above the shop chimed, cutting through the tranquility like a knife.

You froze.

The rain had picked up outside, the sky darker now, and through the window, she saw him — Sylus, drenched, standing in the doorway, his usual air of command slightly softened by the water dripping from his coat. His eyes met yours with an intensity that took your breath away, as though there was something unsaid hanging between them, something that neither of them had dared to acknowledge before.

He stepped inside without a word, shaking the water from his coat, and made his way toward the counter. As he approached, he placed a vinyl gently on the surface, his fingers lingering on the edge of the sleeve as if the act itself were a delicate ritual.

Bach. Chaconne in D minor.

Your breath hitched. You recognized the piece immediately — a work so raw, so filled with longing and pain, it was almost impossible to listen to without feeling the weight of its emotion. The D minor Chaconne was a masterpiece of reflection and transformation, a piece about loss and the quiet acceptance of it, a song that carried the weight of a thousand broken hearts, yet somehow held a grace within its sorrow. It was a piece that was both deeply personal and universal, speaking to something buried within every soul.

For a long moment, Sylus stood silently, his eyes watching you with that same calculating gaze, but now there was something more in them. A flicker, almost imperceptible, but undeniable. It was vulnerability — or maybe it was the hint of something softer that you had never seen before. His usual smirk was gone, replaced by his lips set in a firm line.

"I’d like to buy this." he almost pleaded, his voice carrying some guilt when he saw that you were about to close the shop.

You nodded slowly, swallowing the lump that had suddenly lodged in your throat. You spoke, attempting to break the silence, “It’s one of my favorites.”

Sylus’s gaze held the weight of a profound realization as he stared at the record. Then, without breaking eye contact with it, he reached for his wallet. He didn’t speak as you made the bill, but his presence filled the room, as heavy as the rain pouring outside.

You carefully wrapped the vinyl in paper, fingers trembling slightly. Your mind raced, the significance of his choice not lost on you. The Chaconne wasn’t just music; it was a message. 

As you handed the record back to him, your heart pounded in your chest, a traitorous whisper creeping into your thoughts. Was this a hint? A suggestion? A gesture? Something in the way he was looking at you, something that made you wonder if — just maybe — he saw you the way she had started to see him. 

Perhaps, at that moment, he wasn’t just buying a record. 

“Good night,” he said quietly. And with that, he turned and left, disappearing into the rain, leaving you standing there, breathless and delusional. 

You had played that record for weeks since then, drowning in the music, its meaning and thoughts that rose from it. It was a classical piece, but it wasn’t just any piece. It was a song about realization — a song about a man who finally understood his own heart, his own feelings. You felt her heart flutter as you listened to the record time and time again, the faint hope in your chest blooming into something fragile, something delicate. Could he… could he be feeling what you felt? The idea seemed impossible, yet that song, that beautiful, aching song, seemed to speak directly to you. 

But hope, you knew, was a dangerous thing. And three weeks passed without a word from Sylus.

When he finally returned, he wasn’t alone. The woman who stood beside him was everything you were not, yet everything that he deserved. And that train of thought made your chest heavy. 

Where you were worn, tired, and sharp-edged from too many years of surviving, this woman was light. She radiated warmth, a gentle, sunlit glow that softened the shadows of the shop. Her laughter seemed to lift the very air, like the sound of spring after a long, harsh winter. 

Her hair was a golden cascade, caught in soft waves that caught the light in a way that your darker, untamed strands never could. Her skin was smooth, untouched by the world’s grime, glowing with a purity that made you feel invisible in comparison. She was the kind of woman who walked into a room and made everything seem more beautiful, more alive. Her eyes were wide, sparkling, full of kindness, and when she smiled, it was as though she were opening a door to a better world, a world you would never be invited into.

And then there was the way Sylus looked at her.

You had always been aware of Sylus’s gaze — how it lingered with a quiet intensity, how it never seemed to reach you with the same depth as it did with the woman beside him. There was a tenderness in the way he looked at her as she excitedly picked out vinyl, a softness that you had once imagined might be meant for you, but now you saw it clearly for what it was. It was a love, a real one, blooming in front of your eyes, and you could do nothing but stand in its shadow and watch it grow.

And it hurt. Oh, how it hurt. 

They selected a couple of records and she greeted you with a genuine smile, placing her picks on the counter. You wordlessly made the bill, afraid that you’d break if you even uttered a word. You watched her admire the vintage instruments with awe when a nudge to your fingers brought your gaze back to the counter. He had secretly placed a vinyl on the counter with a smile, his eyes not on you but on the woman beside him. And then, as you turned to gather the rest of their purchases, you caught a glimpse of the cover of the vinyl he had chosen without the woman’s knowledge. 

Your heart plummeted.

It was “Bridal Chorus" by Wagner. A song used in proposals, weddings.

He was going to propose to her.

Your hands trembled as you rang up their purchase, your mind reeling with the gravity of the moment. You could hear their soft laughter as you handed them the bag, could see the way Sylus looked at you, but his eyes didn’t hold the same warmth they once had. They had shifted, replaced with something else. 

Hope died slowly in your chest, like the last note of a song fading into silence. You watched as Sylus and his soon-to-be fiancée walked out of the shop, their hands still intertwined, their smiles still bright.

And in the empty silence that followed, you put on “La Traviata” by Giuseppe Verdi on your record player, sinking in the music of a love unreturned.

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I love the Sonic Frontiers animated prologue: Divergence. It showcases all the things I love about Knuckles.

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AI Prompt: Write an entry in Dr. Eggman’s diary about Sky Sanctuary Zone.

Dear Diary,

Today, I traveled to Sky Sanctuary Zone to try and locate the hidden Chaos Emeralds. Upon arriving, I was greeted by the most breathtaking view of the clouds and a giant statue of some blue hedgehog. It was quite a sight to see, I must admit.

However, my admiration was cut short when I encountered those pesky animal friends and their hero, Sonic. They were attempting to stop me from finding the emeralds, but of course, they were no match for me and my machines.

As I continued to search for the emeralds, I stumbled upon a strange-looking room with a large altar. I soon discovered that it was the resting place of an ancient being known as Knuckles the Echidna. Apparently, he was some sort of guardian of the emeralds. Well, that didn't stop me from taking them anyway.

I was just about to make my escape when I heard a loud rumbling. To my surprise, the entire zone began to crumble and fall apart. It turns out, I had unknowingly awakened some sort of ancient deity known as the Master Emerald. Oops.

I quickly made my escape and watched from a safe distance as the entire zone crumbled to the ground. I suppose I'll have to find a new place to look for Chaos Emeralds now. Oh well, it was a nice view while it lasted.

Until next time,

Dr. Eggman

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October 2024 forecast | PAC inspired by Kino Tarot

In honor of the beautiful Carey, known as Kino Tarot, I decided to create this reading to : a) help people in need by sharing with you the link to a fund raise. Fares and his family desperately need help. As many others in and near Gaza do. Even just a dollar/euro can be helpful. Thank you to anyone who will share this link and/or donate. -> Cagnottes organisées par Angeline Boswell : Help Fares, Donia, and their Family in Gaza (gofundme.com) b) provide you with a general overview of the upcoming month

To select your group, pick one of the following emojis : 🎃 🍁 🐈‍⬛

Group 1 🎃

Overall energy | 3 of wands

During October you can expect a lot of activity going on, especially if this is your birth month. I'm picking up on a lot of movement either for work or leisure time. You may be feeling restless and adventurous, wanting to indulge in several projects and activities. You may feel a peak in your energy levels as well as your creativity. October feels like a happy time of the year for you in general, especially this year. Your mindset seems to be pretty optimistic and you have a lot of energy to give.

Career and studies | page of wands

This area of your life seems to be going well this month. Again, we have that creativity thing going on. You may feel extra motivated at work or while studying, even more so if you feel like you are being supported and surrounded by motivated people. You are in a position of wanting to learn, wanting to improve, being open to criticism and sharing of experience. Your mindset is pretty positive and ambitious. You feel like you have nothing to lose and thus you are willing to take risks and venture out of your comfort zone. This state of mind may be benefitial to you and get you opportunities.

Health | 3 of pentacles rx

Regarding health, you may be feeling a bit off, out of balance. Which may be the consequence of your high level of activity. October may be a month where you tend to overwork yourself or ignore certain signals your body is sending you. You may want to get your health checked regularly as a mean of prevention. Psychotherapy may be benefitial to you during the month as it will help you distance yourself with the attitude or words of people around you, especially if these people are in a low vibrational energy.

Romance | 10 of cups

Whether you are single or in a relationship of any kind, love is in the air this month. It is in the air because you love yourself enough to ward off any leech that might be trying to suck you dry. Because you are being communicative and clear on your intentions and needs. Love is in the air because people are recognizing your worth and providing you with emotional support. It is in the air because your crush may be reciprocating feelings or your partner may be more affectionate than usual. Not only do you inspire love in others but that love is reflected back at you. This 10 of cups is a very positive omen. The sky is clear and the future looks bright so far.

Family and friends | 4 of pentacles

You are being protective of your energy regarding family and friends. You may be isolating a lot at home during the month or trying to secure bonds within your family. I'm also picking up on the energy of some people trying to protect themselves from the impact and influence of other people in their close circle. That might be true for you if past connections are trying to get back into your life. You are being very careful about what you share and who you let in your circle because you wish to protect your sanctuary and you have every right to do so. There may be people trying to ask you for money or any form of help but either you feel like you are in no position to help them or you do not wish to do so because you are wary of their intentions.

Advice | 10 of wands

Do not take on more than you can chew. Focus solely on your own responsibilities. It is not your place nor your job to do other people's work in their stead. You have no obligation to carry the burdens of others. You have no obligation to help people if you do not wish. You have no obligation to take the lead or show the way, to deprive yourself of certain things because it would make others feel uncomfortable. You are your own person and your needs deserve to be met. You don't have to compromise every time for the sake of others. You have the right to be happy and mind your own business. That does not make you a bad person.

Group 2 🍁

Overall energy | 10 of cups

That is a very good card to start any reading. For you the month of October overall feels very cozy and warm. It is a period of time that is very healing and nurturing for you because I feel like it will lead you to focusing on yourself more instead of constantly being turned towards others. You will be feeling emotionally fulfilled, satisfied with where your life is at and where you're heading to. Which might not have been the case in the past. So congratulations group 2. You can be proud of yourself.

Work and studies | 8 of pentacles

This area of your life seems to be going well. October is going to be a very busy and productive month for you. Your work and studies are likely your priority, even more so if you have any paper that is due or if you're going to be evaluated in any way. You will be grinding and doing your best to be efficient. This may be tiring but you seem to be happy with this situation. Or at least you are managing it so that the exhaustion that comes with it isn't that much of a problem to you. You're aware that efforts and sacrifices are needed in this situation for you to reach the level of success you seek. Which you are willing to make.

Health | 7 of wands

You may be facing challenges regarding your health and fighting against the fatigue and pain you may be experiencing. Some of you may be in denial of your health state. Which would make sense if your work or studies require you to be present and you have no option that would allow you to take a break, or at least you feel so. You may be often times in a state of defensiveness, feeling like you constantly have to be on your guards and proving yourself. Which may result in your body feeling tense, having migraines, shoulder / neck / back pain.

Romance | 5 of cups rx

Regardiing romantic relationships and prospects, you are getting out of a phase of feeling sorry for yourself. You are getting out of a mindset of feeling desperate and needing to feel loved to realize your value. If you were in a conflict with your partner, these tensions are getting resolved. There's an improvement regarding that area of your life, partially because you are no longer counting on external validation to feel good in your shoes and feel like you belong. If you recently broke up or parted ways with a romantic interest, the time when you were crying over them is over. You are getting over the break up and turning your gaze on the future.

Family and friends | 2 of cups rx

You may be feeling like your relationships with your family and friends are a bit out of balance. Yes, you know they love you and you love them but it feels like lately you are constantly making efforts and coming towards them. You are the one who's trying to be the bigger person and you feel like people around you are taking advantage of that. You may be trying to change this tendency by focusing more on your own self and needs. I don't see any big arguments on the horizon but rather a feeling of dissatisfaction that will quickly be dissolved by your course of actions.

Advice | Ace of cups

Remember to fill your own cup. Be kind to yourself. Go one step at a time. Not being the most productive doesn't make you a bad person. Taking time off to rest doesn't make you a bad person. You have the right to be exhausted or sad or frustrated. Your feelings matter.

Group 3🐈‍⬛

Overall energy | 6 of pentacles rx

You may be feeling whacky during October. There's seems to be an imbalance in energies. Either you or things and people around you aren't giving enough / investing enough. You may feel like life is unfair and there's no way to change it. You may feel unmotivated, disappointed, betrayed. You may feel exhausted which may not help your case.

Career and studies | 9 of cups rx

You may be going through a phase where you're doubting your life choices, especially regarding career/studies. You may not be seeing the results that you expected which leads you to doubting yourself and the people around you. Illusions regarding a job or a course have fallen. You are now seeing things and people for what they are. You don't feel as excited and stimulated as you'd hoped. You may be feeling bored and like you're wasting your time. Yes, you get the money but the fulfillment isn't there and that is something that seems to bother you.

Health | 3 of pentacles

An improvement can be expected regarding your health. That may be true especially if you've gone back to practicing a physical activity. You may be learning more in order to take care of your body, mind and soul. I'm picking up on people researching about healthier recipes, breathing techniques to reduce stress. I'm picking up on people trying to understand how their mind works, people finally seeking therapy and doing the work to improve their life by improving their mindset. Good job babes!

Romance | 2 of wands rx

Whether you're single or in a relationship, the sparks aren't there. The anticipation and the butterflies are long gone. Similarily to career/studies, you feel like you don't get as much satisfaction as you'd hoped. Illusions were swept away and you realize that your partner isn't as perfect as you thought, that your crush isn't as into you as you wished, that the person you thought was flirting with you was in fact just being nice. You lack excitement, challenge. You lack passion. You feel lost and you don't know where things are going.

Family and friends | 7 of pentacles rx

You are done waiting for people giving you what you need and want. You are done being kind, nice, generous. You are done being the last priority, being on the side line only to feel stuck and bad about yourself when others are reaping the rewards of your own work sometimes. You are done being underestimated and overlooked. You're ready for war and you want reparation for the damage that was done to you. If you gave money to a friend or a family member, you intend on getting it back. If you were wrongfully accused or hurt by someone, you intend on getting the appologies that you rightfully deserve.

Advice | 10 of pentacles rx

Money isn't everything. Work and studies aren't everything. You need to put more magic and passion into your life. Where has your optimism gone? Where is the child that used to marvel at everything? You need to bring that child back and let him/her take the lead a little.

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TAKE MY HEART

pelle “ dead ” ohlin x pregnant! reader

- general headcanons for pelle with a pregnant partner!

some more domestic fluff for my one of favourites <3

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- pelle would be an absolute solidified pro at handling your general morning sickness!

✩ vomit does not bother him in the slightest, not the smell nor the sound of your retching, he will awkwardly stand behind you in the small bathroom as you get it all up, bending his lanky frame slightly to pull your hair back out of your sweaty face and gently pat your back…

- he really tries his absolute best to comfort you as you go through it

“ are you okay? is… is that it? no more vomit? okay… come on… ” ( he might not be the best at verbal comfort but the feeling of his hand stroking your hair away from your face as you brush your teeth is comforting enough )

✩ he will always make you some kind of nice hot drink, but not coffee, to help you feel a bit better after some rough morning sickness

- he would probably be secretly brainstorming so many name ideas all the time, always scribbling them down on a ripped up piece of paper whenever he thinks of a name he thinks you will particularly like or he thinks is quite unique and beautiful

✩ i feel like pelle would find the kicking really interesting and is always just so beyond curious about it as a whole

- whenever the baby kicks, he just goes dead silent and stares at the bump with such an obviously curious look in his sky blue eyes

✩ he would definitely ask a whole lot of questions about how it feels… like what exactly the kicking feels like inside of you and how the baby feels inside of your womb… he is just really curious and has no filter whatsoever…

“ …does it hurt? what does it feel like inside? sorry… ” ( he is not really sorry for asking so many questions, he is a curious guy, but he will say sorry just in case you feel awkward which you never really do after so much time of being with him )

- pelle is the absolute best guy to be with when you have some trouble getting to sleep at night because of the baby!

✩ he has no problem whatsoever with sitting awake next to you and quietly talking to you as you cuddle into his pale arm whilst he lays flat on his back staring up at the ever so slightly chipping paint of the ceiling in your shared bedroom

- he will usually just mumble about really quite random things, strange thoughts he had pent up through the day

✩ things like how he was wondering about what the baby will look like, how he really hopes they will look more like you, how he is just a little which actually means a very scared to be bringing a child into his care, he thinks you will just be more than great though

“ think you’ll be a good mother, really good… not sure about me though… ‘m not good with stuff… ” ( you are the only person he has ever opened his heart to, he just does not know if he will be able to open his heart to another person as he did you! he is the most nervous he has ever been, please just tell him he will be amazing )

- to be honest, his quiet voice mumbling to you would probably help you get right to sleep and as soon as he hears your soft breathing even out, he will nuzzle his head into your hair and plant a small kiss on your head before whispering an almost silent “ i love you ” against your hair

✩ when you are at doctors appointments with him, wether it be for ultrasounds or just casual checkups, he is super quiet and nearly unresponsive to anyone in the room aside from you

- he will just not say a word, only nodding or shaking his head and keeping his slightly shaky hand in yours the whole time, his bony fingers consistently tightening around yours

✩ whenever he sees his little baby on the grainy black and white screen, he just gets beyond lost in the low quality image and completely zones out as he stares ahead at it, the voices of you and the doctor becoming muffled white noise to him as he looks at his baby through a screen

- he will only really snap out of this when it is time to leave or you gently nudge him, he would definitely shyly ask the doctor for a couple copies of the ultrasound to take home every time you go for the ultrasounds!

✩ pelle would probably draw his own copies of the ultrasound a whole lot too, studying it for hours on end as he replicates the image down in his sketchbook

“ drew her ultrasound… you can see her little hands and feet now… look, this one is the very first one ” ( he really likes showing you his sketches of her ultrasounds, not for fishing compliments or anything but just because it is your baby though he will blush quite a bit if you compliment the sketches )

- when you are in a not so great mood due to your stormy hormones, pelle is very cautious around you and does not talk much at all, he will just let you do your thing and try his absolute best to not do anything that might irritate you or get in your way

✩ pelle would probably think the stretch marks beginning to appear on your stomach throughout your pregnancy are so damn pretty

- he would not be crazy vocal about it but whenever you are sleeping against him with his arm thrown comfortably around you, his skinny fingers will trace the indented marks on your growing bump just as he does your other scars and marks! he thinks they are absolutely beautiful in their own way, marks of strength more than anything else and he hates when he sees you being insecure about them

✩ when you are too sick or even too tired to go shopping and none of your friends are available to do it for you, pelle will definitely go for you, even if he really does not like shopping at all! he learns to suck it up just for you

- almost every time when shopping for you, he will almost accidentally find himself just standing idly in the baby supply isle, even when that is definitely not what you sent him shopping for! he just gets so lost in looking at the tiny shoes, cute little blankets and other accessories

✩ he will stand in the isle completely lost in thought and daydreams for at least five minutes, people passing by him and looking at him very strangely

- pelle will usually come home with at least one thing from the baby supply isle, something he picked up with a fast haste and quickly dropped into the basket as if holding it for longer than a second would burn him! he will not tell you he got it, he will simply let you find it in the shopping bag and if you ask about it, he will just give a short and quiet response

“ just thought they might like it… ” ( just because they might like it… he was spoiling her before she was even born )

✩ pelle does kind of a similar thing in the nursery when that is all prepared!

- you will wake up in the middle of the night due to not feeling his presence beside you and get up, walking around the dark hallways trying to find him before you eventually do find him in the nursery, ever so slightly bathed in the natural moonlight that shines in through the window and standing still, running one hand across the cot with whilst the other is up to his mouth as he nervously bites his nails

✩ he is just kind of realising that soon, there will be a baby made from both you and him in the crib, a baby he will love… just go up and hug him from behind, it will be one of the few times you make him jump from your surprise presence before he comes back to bed with you, mumbling an apology for waking you up…

- speaking of the nursery, he would paint some stuff in there! obviously not insanely creepy things but usually little forest animals and trees, fairytale or folktale type things with the slight twist from his signature style! he painted a doe on the wall above the crib, as if it was a guardian angel for the baby and it ended up matching the baby really well as she had the biggest blue doe eyes

✩ please just do not show this many any of your weird food cravings…

- he would be the type of guy to actually vomit at the sight of some of the stuff you have concocted, possibly even at just the smell of it!

✩ so you will need to give him a quick heads up when you are going to make something weird that you crave, just so that he can stay far away from the kitchen or even go for a quick walk in the woods

- yeah, so much other nasty stuff does not bother him at all but weird food combinations? keep that stuff out of his sight, please <3