#i'm uncertain

[ritos-tkls-corner]

✨ Tkls Under The Stars ✨

☆ Switch Shelly x Switch Vee! Romantic - Sfw - Tkls + Cuddles ☆

𖤐 Based on my massive hc that Vee loves the stars + stargazing - Shelly and Vee snuck out into Gardenview Park one night and to cuddle under the stars, though Shelly accidentally finds out Vee is ticklish out there! Very wholesome - possibly accidentally taking on my au's personalities sorry 𖤐

@fbpsdumbtklblog eat up bestie ✨

✩☆✩☆✩☆✩☆✩☆✩☆✩☆✩☆✩☆

The air was cool that night, the hallways were dark, minus the dim glow of the robot's screen illuminating a small area around her. The two were in their pajamas, their sock covered feet hitting the floor softly as they walked side by side, hand in hand. Shelly's other arm had a bundle of blankets tucked under it, Vee's holding shoes for them.

They were silent as they snuck out, just appreciating the other's company as they carried out their plan. After a quick hack to the automatic locking doors from Vee, the two were out, putting on their shoes and laughing at their somehow foolproof plan to see the stars that night.

"Soooo Shells, which spot tonight?" Vee asked softly once they had closed the door behind them, the two now standing on the sidewalk that was between the employees entrance and the employees parking lot. The fossil looked up at the sky, taking a good moment to memorize where the clouds were positioned that night, then she looked at the grinning, dinosaur pajama wearing robot beside her.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that? You're the one who's interested in the stars in the first place, doofus."

"Hm... True... Though I know what you DO like~" Vee teased as she stepped closer to the fossil, grinning like she wasn't planning anything devious. Shelly knew all too well, she quickly covered up both of her sides with the folded up blankets she was carrying before playfully blowing a raspberry at the other, who just pouted and crossed her arms.

"You're no fun."

"We'd wake up the other to-HOHOONS VEHEHEHE-" Shelly squealed loudly as Vee tickled her side anyways, though the fossil soon stepped away and the robot, who was now giggling, didn't even stop her. She just pointed in a direction, and off the two went, side by side, not holding hands this time as Shelly knew all too well that she'd be attacked again if she did.

Even though she wanted to be.

The two made their way to a clearing in a wooded area of the park - a little hideaway spot, 'made just for us, Shells!' Vee would always claim if either of them questioned it. Shelly had honestly started to believe it - they had their first kiss there, they had confessed there, they even had several days of hiding out in there after one of them got overwhelmed and just needed a break. It was their little spot... Their little safe space. Shelly laid out their blankets gently in the grass with a warm smile, her dinosaur tail wagging as she made the spot as cozy and comfy as she could, as she always did. Vee just stood nearby, watching the stars overhead with huge eyes and a slight smile, her mic tail wagging slowly behind her.

Adorable.

She was always so perfectly adorable like that...

Shelly couldn't help but feel like the luckiest toon alive, being able to see her with her guard down, her just relaxing and resting and - being her. Just admiring the stars, not even thinking about anything other than them, probably. Shelly did wonder something though... Her mic was always raised so the grill didn't touch the grass, even when it wasn't wagging. She always avoided dragging it anywhere, even when the ground under it was soft and wouldn't hurt it at all.

She had to find out why.

So, Shelly slowly approached, sneaking up on the other as slowly as possible. She very carefully grabbed the base of her mic when she was close enough to, then she gently ran it across the grass. Vee immediately winced, her body shivering as she snorted and tried to flick her tail out of her hand, but Shelly's grip was too tight now. The fossil had finally found it... Her weak spot... It has always been her microphone all along.

"Shelly, Shelly do-don't do it." Vee warned softly, holding back a fit of giggles as she tried to walk away, tried to figure out how to get her microphone back.

But it was too late, she was doomed, very doomed. Shelly soon was tickling her mic, smiling deviously as she did so, and Vee burst out laughing hysterically before she could even attempt to hold it in, stomping her feet as she tried to plan an escape, but soon was sitting on the grass and holding her stomach as she laughed hard. Shelly was immediately mesmerized by the sound, the glitchy yet gentle and soft laughs, the way she somehow had very real sounding wheezes between loud, joyful laughs.

Vee didn't even plead for her to stop after her first warning, she didn't even attempt to speak, to shoo her off with her hands or anything- she just went hysterical the second she was tickled, and Shelly loved it. The fossil, while still tickling her mic, soon crept up behind her, smiling deviously. She let go of her mic once she was close, but immediately grabbed her sides and started tickling them, getting a loud snort from the robot victim as she burst out into a somehow louder fit of laughter.

"SHE-HEHEHEHE-HELLHEHEHYYYY STAHHHAHAHAHAPPPP!" Vee cried out, flopping against the devious dinosaur as she cried and laughed, her legs kicking once again to attempt to escape the hold of the toon tickling her sides and making her as unserious as ever. Shelly didn't listen, she instead started nibbling on her shoulder lovingly, her tail wagging even faster at every squeal the robot let out between her extremely loud laughs.

Shelly had absolutely no idea she was even this sensitive to tickles until right then, she had never even known the robot could even feel anything more than the pressure of her laying on her chest during their cuddle sessions. She was thriving, watching her usually serious and stoic girlfriend squirm, laugh, squeal and smile a genuine, very awkward smile as they sat in the grass together. Though when Vee elbowed her after a harsh wheeze and tons of laughs, Shelly stopped, but she didn't let go yet. She instead just held her close, resting her chin on the other's shoulder, eyes closed as she felt the robot shiver from the tickle attack, listening to her laughter as it slowly died down into soft, breathless giggles.

"I'm so going to get you back for that... Oh... Oh my God... You're good." Vee breathlessly told her, turning and looking at the fossil snuggling against her, the one just resting on her shoulder with her eyes now slightly open and a sleepily content smile on her face. Vee quickly gave her a kiss on the forehead, getting a giggle from the other, their tails wagging in unison as they both looked up at the sky.

"Get me back later... You deserve to enjoy your star time..."

"Oh I will, I will so get you right back when you least expect it Fossilian. Mark my words! You shall be tickled!" Vee very dramatically declared, getting a sleepy giggle from the one snuggled close and dozing off to the now peaceful night and oddly warm breeze, her face now hidden between the robot's shoulder and monitor. Vee just sighed at that, nodding slightly before she put her arms around the other's and held them close, letting her girlfriend sleep on her shoulder as she just silently admired the stars.

She will get revenge... But right now - rest was more important than a tickle war. So the night was peaceful yet again, the only sounds now coming from them were their sleepy breathing and the occasional whispered "I love you" as they sat under the stars, resting up for the inevitable huge tickle war that would happen the next day.

[buginateacup]

Hey Rings Committee!

Do these two idiots figure out they’re in love with each other and can absolutely never say anything about it ever on their honeymoon?

Or After they get back to metro and have already agreed they have to keep being pretend/real married for reasons of plot?

AKA please tell me where in the fic this bit goes:

And Roxanne finally realises why she'd been so angry at herself for going back and letting another pair and another pair and another pair of shoes get ruined every month just for the chance to talk to him again.

Because she's in love with her husband.

Fuck.

[jyou-no-sonoko19]

In making a comparison video, I thought it might be interesting to write out some of my choices for the ro-mastering of episode 2 of CAoS. In some scenes, the fixes are minimal, but in others I tried to take what every crew member except the grey-film editor was after and tried to enhance that feeling. (There are a couple scenes I want to give their own posts, because there’s so much going on.)

For the first scene, it was a simple case of warming up all the mids, giving the shadows a red tint, and making sure the glow of the fireplace actually seemed to touch the cast. This is the first time we see Blackwood, and the scene is meant to be quite welcoming, with every so often elements of Richard’s performance that give us pause (and the heebie-jeebies at times). And I really wanted the visual tone to reflect that.

Ambrose has to work down in the basement mortuary, so he’ll need some bright, cool light. No one wants to be handling sharp tools in dim light. I’m amazed he could even find that witch’s mark.

I know Lilith probably isn’t doing too much actual work at this point (though she seems to get into it later), but even so, she’ll need some light from outdoors to supplement that little lamp. It’s not even three o’clock, there needs to be some kind of sun coming in there, even if it’s overcast. (I assume all the blinds in the school are ornamental, since I’ve yet to see them open ever.)

Because this scene is lit in brief flashes from Sabrina’s camera, we really should expect more vivid contrast, whereas what the original gives us is the crew doing it with normal lights with a decent diffusion spread. I thought that perhaps the unearthly horror of their glamour would be better portrayed by semi-monochroming the shots, so that their faces and clothes have a similar hue, rather than the green skin (and normal coloured hands fsr) which seems a tad fakey, given the natural tones of the scene at large.

This show really loves to light scenes by fire, and given the genre I think that’s wonderful and fitting. The trouble is, Dr GreyEdits doesn’t quite get what fire does to bodies, which is a dreadful shame. Within the context of that cave, even the warmth of the lantern glow comes off more unnerving than warming, so I don’t really think it was necessary to dull it so much.

If we’re to lean into the idea of the forest as a living, malicious consciousness, I thought of carrying that (in this case slightly sickly) green over everything, including Sabrina, as she gets sucked in by it. The blue light is what we get from the moon in the following scene, so I think the bowels of the forest (and especially this Evil Dead tribute) needs some green for variation.

Given that there was already a blue filter over this scene, I really didn’t have to do much to bring up the eeriness here.But honestly, it’s just more threatening to see the aggressive encroachment, to the degree that facial expressions are visible. I feel like that outweighs any threat vibes a less distinct look would give us.

The fire from Lilith's hearth so often licks at the silhouette of Lucifer to evoke Infernal imagery, it's important that that glow and stutter of shadows be brought up. It's also important to me that Lilith's face be properly lit, and her outline not be swallowed into the background.

This episode really likes going through its horror tropes. Not only do I think it serves the genre well for the whites of Hilda’s eyes to be visible through all the muck of exhumation, but the cold, threatening shape of Zelda needs to pop out of that background, as if lit by the moon, adding power to her already dominating posture.

[bastillerestinsidemymind]

[cr-international-official]

苹果

Is this the apple anon?

[space-blue-spirit]

Kay, so I have to admit, I like fanfiction's site better than ao3.

However, that might be because I've been using it/reading from it for much, much longer.. I am used to it more and I'd like to think I know what I'm doing.

Because, I have to admit, ao3 is growing on me.

What are other's preferences?

[sharedsilhouette]

Made a new playlist for the first time in awhile. It’s a 20 track bizarre compilation of random feelings and urges. <3 

 @8tracks: _L e s : F l e u r s_ by Honeybee:Tender.

[baronessblixen]

Hi sweetheart, mind if I ask for a prompt? I'd love to read something about a conversation (or other things) between Scully and Mulder after their dance in The Post-Modern Prometheus, maybe on their way back home?

Sorry it took so long! It was really difficult to write. This is the final result. It's way too fluffy. Tagging @today-in-fic

We Danced

"Did you, uhm, like it?” The mellow sounds of a 80s rock ballad oozing from the car radio accompany his question. Scully picked the station earlier, foregoing her usual taste in classical music. But Mulder’s thoughts are louder than any corny crooner could ever be. He’s staring straight ahead while he awaits her answer or any reaction at all. His hands grip the wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white.

“Did I like what?” She’s making him say it; spell it out word for word. The dance. The dance they shared mere hours ago. Mulder can still feel her warm hand in his, the way she looked at him when he extended the invitation. What, me? Her eyes seemed to ask him. As if there were anyone in the world he would rather dance with.

“Dancing. With me.” His eyes wander to the rear-view mirror in an attempt to look nonchalant. There hasn’t been another car for miles; he doubts there will be. But Mulder doesn’t want Scully to know how much the dance is still on his mind. How much he liked it. How he’s wanted to ask her to dance before. Not during a case, none of that.

The way he imagined it was a night out, maybe a Friday. They’d go to a bar, have a few drinks and dance. He should have known that it would be like this instead; a modern day Frankenstein case and a Cher impersonator on the way to prison. Normal is for other people, not Mulder and Scully. At least they got to dance.  

“Oh, sure.” Her curt answer stings and it’s not at all what he expected; though he feared it. He’s been trying to come up with the perfect way to ask her, to have this talk. Neither of them knows how to have a conversation. They talk all day, every day. But never about something like their feelings for each other. Granted, his “did you like it” is not the best line, he can give her that. Keeping quiet was eating at him, though. Now it’s out there, the question mocking him from the backset of the car.

“Why are you sighing?” Scully asks and he feels her eyes on him.

“I just- no reason. If I made you uncomfortable by asking you to dance, Scully, I apologize.”

“Whatever gave you that idea? I enjoyed it.”

“You really did?” She’s quiet and even though he promised himself not to, he turns to look at her – and what he sees surprises him. She’s biting her bottom lip, the one that’s curved into a soft, thoughtful smile. What on earth is she thinking about? Him, he hopes. Their dance. He tears his gaze away to concentrate on the road.

“I did, Mulder. I’m just wondering why you asked me.”

“Who else would I have asked?” There was no one in the room – in the world – he wanted to dance with but her. There never is. It’s only her and it’s been her for a while now. The way she fit against him proves him right. He can still feel how they moved together perfectly. They work so well together that this should not come as a surprise to him. But it’s a revelation.

“That’s not what I mean,” she says with a sigh of her own. “Why did you ask me? Why did you want to dance?” Mulder considers stopping the car to have this conversation in earnest. Why he thought he could talk to her without looking at her is beyond him now. He wondered how she’d react to his question and so far he’s baffled. The hint of sadness he detects in her voice makes it even worse.  

“The whole atmosphere, the song and I-,” he tries to explain. Badly. He knows it’s bad the moment the words tumble from his mouth.

“That’s what I thought.” There’s no mistake: she’s disappointed. In him. Mulder slows down the car and it comes to a stop at the side of the road. He turns to her, his expression serious.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Mulder, I want to go home.”

“Yeah, in a second. What do you mean by ‘that’s what I thought’?” There’s still so much adrenaline rushing through him from having the guts to ask her to dance at all. He saw her smile, have fun and he couldn’t stop himself. In the five years they’ve worked together, when has he ever seen her so carefree? He can’t recall. Tonight, though, he saw it. It was his moment – theirs – and he took it.  

“It’s like you said. It was the atmosphere. If it hadn’t been me there, you’d-”

“Hold on a moment there, Scully,” he raises his hand, asking her to stop. “You think I would have just, what? Ask any other woman because I just wanted to dance? How can you even think that? I wanted to dance with you.” As much as he tries to keep the hurt out of his voice, he knows he doesn’t succeed. It stings. Five years, side by side. All his courage for nothing. He’s 15 years old again, rejected by the only girl he likes.

“Ever since my cancer has gone into remission, you’ve pulled back. I didn’t think… that was something you wanted.” In true Scully fashion she looks everywhere but at him. She adjusts her seatbelt, checks the buttons on her coat and straightens her skirt. He waits for her to finish the ritual before he speaks.

“That’s not true, Scully.”

Anger flickers in her eyes. “Isn’t it? Remember the mothman case? I made a pass at you. You fled, Mulder.” They’re both blushing in light of her admission. That night Mulder knew what she was doing, what she was trying to do. And yes, he fled, because he was scared. Is scared. They’re so much better at dancing around the subject, he realizes. Dancing. Scully thinks the dance they shared doesn’t mean anything to him. That it was a spur of the moment thing, maybe even a pity move.

“Scully, I-”

“I just want to go home. Now.” Her expression leaves him no choice. The car sputters into action and he steers it back onto the road. They’re both quiet, but the silence is no longer comfortable. Some singer Mulder has never heard before laments about love and the song makes him feel sick. It’s Scully who turns it off, though, before he has a chance to do so himself. A new, much softer melody fills the car. Mulder’s legs twitch; this is the kind of song he wants to dance to with Scully.

He parks at the side of the road again and Scully turns to him, close to losing her temper. “Why are you stopping again? I said I’d-”

“Dance with me, Scully?” He offers her his hand and it’s awkward as they’re both sitting in a car, one of them wearing his heart on his sleeve, the other one looking ready to have it for breakfast.  

“I- what?”

“I want to dance with you. Here. Or anywhere. The reason I fled wasn’t because I didn’t want it. Or because I didn’t know what you were doing. I was scared, Scully. I’d almost lost you. I’m always almost losing you. I needed more time. I’m still… I’m still scared. Aren’t you scared?” He’s breathless, staring at her.

“But you asked me to dance.”

“Because I was so happy in that moment, Scully. You were smiling, laughing. I couldn’t let that chance pass me by. I wanted to dance with you. Only you. I wouldn’t trade that moment for anything.” He loses himself in the depth of her eyes, just like he did on the dance floor. He should have told her, then. Should have put his heart on the line. Should have kissed her. Should have… if only he had the words to explain how he felt, how he still feels. That joy. That love. Looking into her eyes he sees fear. Uncertainty, too. They’re mirroring his own emotions.  

“I really liked it, Mulder. I'm… I’m a bit scared, too,” she admits, “but maybe we could do it again some time?” He unbuckles his seat belt, ready to dance right here on this abandoned road in the middle of nowhere, but she puts her hand over his. The same electric spark he felt when she took his proffered hand, Walking in Memphis blasting around them, runs through him now.

“Not here.” But she’s smiling. “We could… go dancing? After work, one day.”

“Is this a date?” His voice threatens to fail him and Scully smiles softly at him.

“We could make it one.”

“Count me in. When?” Now she’s laughing.

“First of all you’re taking me home.” Seat belt back on he grins at her and starts the car. “Ask me when you’re ready.”

“I’m ready now.” Scully stays quiet, but puts her hand on his thigh. He understands; they’re not ready. Not just yet. Her hand remains on his leg, but grows slack soon and falls away. When he turns to her, her head has rolled to the side and she’s fast asleep. Mulder smiles. His mind fills with ideas about when to ask her, when to go and where. Christmas is coming up soon. There’s plenty of time.

Or so he thinks.

Soon, Scully leaves for San Diego, their goodbye full of smiles, full of unspoken promises. But by the time he hears from her again her voice is broken, heavy with emotions. There’s a little girl, she says. She’s just a little girl, Mulder. He goes to her, holds her hand through it all. It’s different.

There’s no more dancing.