I've stopped posting fic here and have gone back to posting it on my main blog: @scullysexual. That blog is where you'll find all my recent fic.
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JBB: An Artblog!
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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art blog(derogatory)
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DEAR READER
Xuebing Du

JVL
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Mike Driver

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Three Goblin Art

Kiana Khansmith
trying on a metaphor

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I've stopped posting fic here and have gone back to posting it on my main blog: @scullysexual. That blog is where you'll find all my recent fic.
| sunday? | rewatching the series | season 1 | scully’s diary | conduit | words: 82 | click the title for the ao3 link | doodles by @burritoscully everything else belongs to me | in a collaboration with @burritoscully. Please check out her addition to this episode when posted | 01x03: Squeeze |
@today-in-fic @mypanicface
Going to test posting these on Sunday to see if they gain more traffic.
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EPISODE FOUR: Conduit (I Want To Believe)
The tape in her hand, Samantha Mulder’s file on her desk. Mulder staring at Ruby Morris’ photo, his hands clawing frantically at the rocks. The memory of a spooky story told during a storm and a twelve-year-old boy looking up accusingly at the sky.
“I want to believe” said on the tape, written on the poster, held in his heart.
Perhaps he is not some paranoid spook in the basement but a child carrying a story he does desperately wants to share.
| sunday? | rewatching the series | season 1 | scully’s diary | conduit | words: 82 | click the title for the ao3 link | doodles by @burritoscully everything else belongs to me | in a collaboration with @burritoscully. Please check out her addition to this episode when posted | 01x03: Squeeze |
@today-in-fic @mypanicface
Going to test posting these on Sunday to see if they gain more traffic.
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EPISODE FOUR: Conduit (I Want To Believe)
The tape in her hand, Samantha Mulder’s file on her desk. Mulder staring at Ruby Morris’ photo, his hands clawing frantically at the rocks. The memory of a spooky story told during a storm and a twelve-year-old boy looking up accusingly at the sky.
“I want to believe” said on the tape, written on the poster, held in his heart.
Perhaps he is not some paranoid spook in the basement but a child carrying a story he does desperately wants to share.
In a collab with the wonderful @burritoscully. Please check out her art journal she has posted today and show your support by giving it a like/reblog. I promise you you won’t regret it.
| sunday? | rewatching the series | season 1 | scully’s diary | conduit | words: 82 | click the title for the ao3 link | doodles by @burritoscully everything else belongs to me | in a collaboration with @burritoscully. Please check out her addition to this episode when posted | 01x03: Squeeze |
@today-in-fic @mypanicface
Going to test posting these on Sunday to see if they gain more traffic.
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EPISODE FOUR: Conduit (I Want To Believe)
The tape in her hand, Samantha Mulder’s file on her desk. Mulder staring at Ruby Morris’ photo, his hands clawing frantically at the rocks. The memory of a spooky story told during a storm and a twelve-year-old boy looking up accusingly at the sky.
“I want to believe” said on the tape, written on the poster, held in his heart.
Perhaps he is not some paranoid spook in the basement but a child carrying a story he does desperately wants to share.
| sunday? | rewatching the series | season 1 | scully’s diary | conduit | words: 82 | click the title for the ao3 link | doodles by @burritoscully everything else belongs to me | in a collaboration with @burritoscully. Please check out her addition to this episode when posted | 01x03: Squeeze |
@today-in-fic @mypanicface
Going to test posting these on Sunday to see if they gain more traffic.
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EPISODE FOUR: Conduit (I Want To Believe)
The tape in her hand, Samantha Mulder’s file on her desk. Mulder staring at Ruby Morris’ photo, his hands clawing frantically at the rocks. The memory of a spooky story told during a storm and a twelve-year-old boy looking up accusingly at the sky.
“I want to believe” said on the tape, written on the poster, held in his heart.
Perhaps he is not some paranoid spook in the basement but a child carrying a story he does desperately wants to share.
| every wednesday | rewatching the series | season 1 | scully’s diary | squeeze | words: 365 | click the title for the ao3 link | doodles by @burritoscully everything else belongs to me | in a collaboration with @burritoscully. Please check out her addition to this episode when posted | 01x02: Deep Throat |
@today-in-fic @mypanicface
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EPISODE THREE: Squeeze (Always Have Your Back)
Her fingers soothe over the spot where the bile had fallen on her wrist, the faint yellow stain making her stomach turn.
A bag half-packed sits beside her. Outside, she can hear the commotion of officers as they take Mulder’s statement, similar to the one she gave them a few minutes ago.
It was Scully’s first experience having her home be violated and invaded like that. It made her skin crawl to recall it.
A soft knock against the bedroom door has her standing from her bed, continuing with her task of packing.
“Come in,” she gently calls.
Mulder appears looking around sheepishly, looking out of place.
“They’ve arrested Tooms,” he tells her. “He’s been charged for all the murders; 30s, 60s, now and he’s been charged for assault on a federal officer.”
Assault…the word rings in her ears.
“Good,” Scully says flatly.
She wonders if she should thank him. Is it expected of her to thank her partner for having her back or is it just a given?
“Mulder,” she calls, turning around and catching him before he leaves. “I’m glad I now know I can depend on you to have my back.”
He smiles, looking slightly bewildered.
“Of course, Scully. Your my partner, your safety in these investigations are paramount to me.”
She smiles, warmed by the confession.
“As is yours,” she responds in kind.
“Well,” says Mulder rubbing his hands on his pants. “Baltimore PD wants to take our official statements at the station. You ready?”
Scully nods, packing the final few items into the bag.
“I just need to change.”
“Of course.”
Mulder leaves, closing the door behind him. Scully peels off her clothes, shoving them into a plastic bag and hiding them from sight in her closet.
When she exits, Mulder is waiting for her. She eyes the area of the attack wondering if she’ll ever be able to stand there against without associating it with that event.
Mulder catches her staring.
“I promise to do all in my power not to make this a regular thing.”
Scully smiles, thinking if that is really something he was capable of promising but she says nothing, simply following him out the door.
| every wednesday | rewatching the series | season 1 | scully’s diary | squeeze | words: 365 | click the title for the ao3 link | doodles by @burritoscully everything else belongs to me | in a collaboration with @burritoscully. Please check out her addition to this episode when posted | 01x02: Deep Throat |
@today-in-fic @mypanicface
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EPISODE THREE: Squeeze (Always Have Your Back)
Her fingers soothe over the spot where the bile had fallen on her wrist, the faint yellow stain making her stomach turn.
A bag half-packed sits beside her. Outside, she can hear the commotion of officers as they take Mulder’s statement, similar to the one she gave them a few minutes ago.
It was Scully’s first experience having her home be violated and invaded like that. It made her skin crawl to recall it.
A soft knock against the bedroom door has her standing from her bed, continuing with her task of packing.
“Come in,” she gently calls.
Mulder appears looking around sheepishly, looking out of place.
“They’ve arrested Tooms,” he tells her. “He’s been charged for all the murders; 30s, 60s, now and he’s been charged for assault on a federal officer.”
Assault…the word rings in her ears.
“Good,” Scully says flatly.
She wonders if she should thank him. Is it expected of her to thank her partner for having her back or is it just a given?
“Mulder,” she calls, turning around and catching him before he leaves. “I’m glad I now know I can depend on you to have my back.”
He smiles, looking slightly bewildered.
“Of course, Scully. Your my partner, your safety in these investigations are paramount to me.”
She smiles, warmed by the confession.
“As is yours,” she responds in kind.
“Well,” says Mulder rubbing his hands on his pants. “Baltimore PD wants to take our official statements at the station. You ready?”
Scully nods, packing the final few items into the bag.
“I just need to change.”
“Of course.”
Mulder leaves, closing the door behind him. Scully peels off her clothes, shoving them into a plastic bag and hiding them from sight in her closet.
When she exits, Mulder is waiting for her. She eyes the area of the attack wondering if she’ll ever be able to stand there against without associating it with that event.
Mulder catches her staring.
“I promise to do all in my power not to make this a regular thing.”
Scully smiles, thinking if that is really something he was capable of promising but she says nothing, simply following him out the door.
| every wednesday | rewatching the series | season 1 | scully’s diary | squeeze | words: 365 | click the title for the ao3 link | doodles by @burritoscully everything else belongs to me | in a collaboration with @burritoscully. Please check out her addition to this episode when posted | 01x02: Deep Throat |
@today-in-fic @mypanicface
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EPISODE THREE: Squeeze (Always Have Your Back)
Her fingers soothe over the spot where the bile had fallen on her wrist, the faint yellow stain making her stomach turn.
A bag half-packed sits beside her. Outside, she can hear the commotion of officers as they take Mulder’s statement, similar to the one she gave them a few minutes ago.
It was Scully’s first experience having her home be violated and invaded like that. It made her skin crawl to recall it.
A soft knock against the bedroom door has her standing from her bed, continuing with her task of packing.
“Come in,” she gently calls.
Mulder appears looking around sheepishly, looking out of place.
“They’ve arrested Tooms,” he tells her. “He’s been charged for all the murders; 30s, 60s, now and he’s been charged for assault on a federal officer.”
Assault…the word rings in her ears.
“Good,” Scully says flatly.
She wonders if she should thank him. Is it expected of her to thank her partner for having her back or is it just a given?
“Mulder,” she calls, turning around and catching him before he leaves. “I’m glad I now know I can depend on you to have my back.”
He smiles, looking slightly bewildered.
“Of course, Scully. Your my partner, your safety in these investigations are paramount to me.”
She smiles, warmed by the confession.
“As is yours,” she responds in kind.
“Well,” says Mulder rubbing his hands on his pants. “Baltimore PD wants to take our official statements at the station. You ready?”
Scully nods, packing the final few items into the bag.
“I just need to change.”
“Of course.”
Mulder leaves, closing the door behind him. Scully peels off her clothes, shoving them into a plastic bag and hiding them from sight in her closet.
When she exits, Mulder is waiting for her. She eyes the area of the attack wondering if she’ll ever be able to stand there against without associating it with that event.
Mulder catches her staring.
“I promise to do all in my power not to make this a regular thing.”
Scully smiles, thinking if that is really something he was capable of promising but she says nothing, simply following him out the door.
As a companionship to my rewatch (personal rewatch) every Wednesday I’m going to be posting a fic to coinside with the episode I have watched previously. These will come in the form of missing scenes, post eps, and in-scene fics depending on what happens in the episode. The premise is simple in which what you are looking at is Scully’s diary from when she was fifteen written in her fifteen year old handwriting with her twenty-nine year old voice. The fics will be in third person with the diary entry being in first person and a shortened down version of the fic. They are not necessary to read, more there for artistic purposes.
| every wednesday | rewatching the series | season 1 | scully’s diary | the pilot | words: 212 | click the title for the ao3 link | doodles by @burritoscully everything else belongs to me |
@today-in-fic @mypanicface
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EPISODE ONE: THE PILOT
The candle engulfs the room in a vanilla scent. Mulder’s breath against her back, the heat of the flame warming that same area. Gooseflesh prickle her skin, the feel of his fingers brushing the hem of her underwear out of the way.
Dana is aware of how this looks, she’s been here before but this time is not like those times, she swore to herself she wouldn’t do this again. She hopes to keep that promise. No longer the student wanting to please, no longer the girl making stupid mistakes. She was an adult this time round, this was a job, the cost was too expensive, she must ignore it even if it feels right, even if the electricity crackles in the air so forceful that if either one was to reach out they would be electrocuted. He is Agent Mulder, a man who’s department she must invalidate. She is Agent Scully, unexplainably scared of these mysterious marks, that was all there was to it.
Mulder smiles, a light chuckle falling from his lips. Mosquito bites. They were just mosquito bites.
Dana feels her body relax, the fear washing away like the tide. She collapses into him, light-headed and dizzy.
Mosquito bites, she’ll write into her report. They were just mosquito bites.
me and @burritoscully have ended up in a collab together where we will go through the series again. me doing these post ep/diary entry’s and B doing post ep art journals/scapbook. Please take a moment out of your day to view B’s post Pilot episode art journal. You will not regret it, I promise!
An open message to your latest anon: get a life and stop hiding behind the anon feature you coward
ayy.
Whateverbhappened to “i don’t write smut?”
I suddenly wrote smut hahaha.
Nah I could never get past the awkwardness of it, I thought it was too michanical and there was no feeling or emotion in what I was writing. In many ways, I was really intimidated by it (because of lack of experience and the fact that there are writers who I thought could deliver it better) But then I wrote toe fucking and whilst it was a joke and continues to be joke it changed my attitude towards my ability to write smut, that my mentality changed towards it, all the akwardness melted away because I’ve already inserted Mulder’s toe into Scully’s vagina. When I was writing part 3, my mantra was “I’ve wrote toe fucking, I can write anything” and it continues to be my mantra the more smut I write because nothing I write will ever be as cursed as toe fucking. It was also time to expand, to get out of my comfort zone. I went from struggling to write the word breast all the way to being able to somewhat comfortably write BDSM (excluding the toe fucking fic) And sure, there were a few lumps and bumps writing it but I wrote it and I posted it and people liked it.
I don’t write smut definitely doesn’t apply anymore.
I’d also like to add I don’t make little jumps, I make giant leaps
Whateverbhappened to “i don’t write smut?”
I suddenly wrote smut hahaha.
Nah I could never get past the awkwardness of it, I thought it was too michanical and there was no feeling or emotion in what I was writing. In many ways, I was really intimidated by it (because of lack of experience and the fact that there are writers who I thought could deliver it better) But then I wrote toe fucking and whilst it was a joke and continues to be joke it changed my attitude towards my ability to write smut, that my mentality changed towards it, all the akwardness melted away because I’ve already inserted Mulder’s toe into Scully’s vagina. When I was writing part 3, my mantra was “I’ve wrote toe fucking, I can write anything” and it continues to be my mantra the more smut I write because nothing I write will ever be as cursed as toe fucking. It was also time to expand, to get out of my comfort zone. I went from struggling to write the word breast all the way to being able to somewhat comfortably write BDSM (excluding the toe fucking fic) And sure, there were a few lumps and bumps writing it but I wrote it and I posted it and people liked it.
I don’t write smut definitely doesn’t apply anymore.
{ untitled college au 5/?}
Part 5. Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. AO3. It’s not completely necessary to read the first parts before reading this.
After going down on Scully, Mulder asks her an important question.
Or…just eating out smut with some plot thrown in.
@today-in-fic @mypanicface
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She collapses onto the pillow, her bones feeling like jelly and her body humming pleasantly, Mulder’s come leaking out of her.
Mulder manages to crash to the side of her, his face stuck in a closed-mouth smile. He reaches out, drawing a line along her from the top of her nose all the down.
Scully smiles happily, breathing out heavily as her breath regulates, post-coital glow spreading through her body. Her eyes close and she’s ready to fall back asleep before someone’s stomach has other ideas.
Keep reading
{ untitled college au 5/?}
Part 5. Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. AO3. It’s not completely necessary to read the first parts before reading this.
After going down on Scully, Mulder asks her an important question.
Or…just eating out smut with some plot thrown in.
@today-in-fic @mypanicface
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She collapses onto the pillow, her bones feeling like jelly and her body humming pleasantly, Mulder’s come leaking out of her.
Mulder manages to crash to the side of her, his face stuck in a closed-mouth smile. He reaches out, drawing a line along her from the top of her nose all the down.
Scully smiles happily, breathing out heavily as her breath regulates, post-coital glow spreading through her body. Her eyes close and she’s ready to fall back asleep before someone’s stomach has other ideas.
Keep reading
{ untitled college au 5/?}
Part 5. Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. AO3. It’s not completely necessary to read the first parts before reading this.
After going down on Scully, Mulder asks her an important question.
Or…just eating out smut with some plot thrown in.
@today-in-fic @mypanicface
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She collapses onto the pillow, her bones feeling like jelly and her body humming pleasantly, Mulder’s come leaking out of her.
Mulder manages to crash to the side of her, his face stuck in a closed-mouth smile. He reaches out, drawing a line along her from the top of her nose all the down.
Scully smiles happily, breathing out heavily as her breath regulates, post-coital glow spreading through her body. Her eyes close and she’s ready to fall back asleep before someone’s stomach has other ideas.
Keep reading
sunday 100 words drabble challenge (4/100)
Prompt list | 100 prompts | 100 weeks | 100 days | previous prompt | click the title for ao3 link | SOSS/Ep: Hungry
@today-in-fic @mypanicface
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PROMPT FOUR: “Why are you wearing that?” — “Does that mean I look good or should I change?”
Pastel blue and pink. Never seen before. Now he’s seen them twice.
“Why are you dressed like that?” he asks, tugging on the material.
“Does that mean I look good or should I change?” Scully queries, giving him a quizzical look.
Mulder shakes his head. “You look good,” he says. “Very good.” A finger trailing her exposed collarbone. Scully swallows, eyes wildly darting about the precinct.
“Someone could see,” she mutters, stepping away from him.
Mulder’s hand falls away.
He settles on admiring her from afar, attempting to hide the boner then she deliberately bends down in front of him.
{ untitled college au 5/?}
Part 5. Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. AO3. It’s not completely necessary to read the first parts before reading this.
After going down on Scully, Mulder asks her an important question.
Or...just eating out smut with some plot thrown in.
@today-in-fic @mypanicface
- - -
She collapses onto the pillow, her bones feeling like jelly and her body humming pleasantly, Mulder’s come leaking out of her.
Mulder manages to crash to the side of her, his face stuck in a closed-mouth smile. He reaches out, drawing a line along her from the top of her nose all the down.
Scully smiles happily, breathing out heavily as her breath regulates, post-coital glow spreading through her body. Her eyes close and she’s ready to fall back asleep before someone’s stomach has other ideas.