Scientific Nature of the Whammy

Hi. I'm Lilydale. I like The X-Files, Gillian Anderson, and David Duchovny a lot. A lot, a lot, a lot. I have stories you can read at Archive of Our Own. They're about The X-Files, which I like a lot.

[lilydalexf]

👽 Masterpost of X-Files Fic Rec Lists

Here is a master collection of all the themed X-Files fic rec lists that I’ve posted (so far!).  These and all my individual story recs can be found under my fic rec tag. Enjoy!

UPDATED: Newly added lists have ** asterisks

Post-episode and Movie Stories

3 all things Biogenesis Born Again Elegy ** En Ami ** Existence Field Trip ** Fight the Future Fire Firewalker Folie a Deux Ghouli Grotesque How the Ghosts Stole Christmas I Want to Believe I Want to Believe island getaway Millennium My Struggle IV ** Orison Paper Hearts Pilot Pine Bluff Variant Plus One Provenance Providence Rm9sbG93ZXJz Roadrunners Shadows (Liberty Bell fics) Small Potatoes Tithonus Triangle The Truth The Unnatural Trust No 1 (one lonely night fics) Wetwired

Season Stories

Season 7, part 1 Season 7, part 2 Season 7, part 3 Season 7, part 4 Season 7, part 5 Season 7, part 6 Season 7, part 7 Season 7, part 8 Season 7, part 9 Season 7, part 10 ** Season 7, part 11 Season 7/8 fics involving Mulder's brain disease thing Season 8 Season 8/9 fics where Mulder doesn't leave Season 11

Holiday Stories

** April Fools’ Day Fics Christmas, New Year's Eve, and Hannukah, Part 1 Christmas, New Year's Eve, and Hannukah, Part 2 Christmas, New Year’s Eve, and Hannukah, Part 3 Fics where Mulder and Scully exchange gifts Halloween, Part 1 Halloween, Part 2 ** Mulder's birthday Scully's birthday Thanksgiving, Part 1 Thanksgiving, Part 2 Thanksgiving, Part 3 Valentine's Day

Other Themed Stories

Amnesia fics Angst/smut combo fics AU fics Autumn fics Casefiles, Part 1 Casefiles, Part 2 Casefiles, Part 3 ** Casefiles, Part 4 Casefiles with Mulder and Scully in an established relationship ** Creepy and scary fics Crossovers Cute domestic MSR fics Favorite fics ** Fics based on "The Parent Trap" Fics exploring Scully's faith Fics focused on Mulder and Scully kissing Fics where first names (Fox or Dana) are used Fics where Mulder and Scully exchange keys Fics where Mulder calls Scully “Dana Katherine” Fics where Mulder calls Scully "honey" Fics where Mulder cheats on Scully Fics where Mulder comforts Scully and calls her "honey" Fics where Mulder is at William's birth Fics where Scully cheats on Ethan Fics with camping + smut ** Fics with the line “Can I kiss you?” Fics with Doggett and/or Reyes Fics with Mulder and Scully at a team building seminar Fics with Mulder and/or Scully in a kidnapping or hostage situation Fics with Mulder or Scully sleepwalking Fics with Mulder taking comfort in sucking on Scully's boobs Fics with Scully breastfeeding Fics with Scully on her period Fics with Scully suffering from postpartum depression First time fics (posted before 2000) Funny fics Happy fics Historical AUs ** In character fics Jealousy fics Jealousy fics in the I Want to Believe era Kidfic and babyfic Kinky fics Long cancer arc fics Marriage proposals Mulder-as-profiler fics Mulder being jealous or territorial Mulder comforting Scully Mulder comforts Scully while flying Mulder/Scully arguments (leading to happiness) Mulder/Scully banter Mulder/Scully reunion after passed time ** Mytharc fics involving Scully’s family New Orleans fics Novel-length stories, Part 1 Novel-length stories, Part 2 Novel-length stories, Part 3 Novel-length stories, Part 4 Novel-length stories, Part 5 One bed trope fics Party / FBI ball fics Post-colonization stories Scully bringing Mulder to a family gathering Scully giving birth Scully miscarriage stories Scully/Other fics Scully/Other, Mulder/Other, and MSR Scully/Skinner long fics Skinner/Maggie Scully fics ** Skinner as a main character Skinner is jealous of Mulder and Scully’s relationship ** Skinner POV with humor Springtime fics Stories involving Ethan Undercover fics ** Wilderness and survival fics

[katebeckets]

idiots (affectionate)・[70/?] ⤷ 3.16 — “Apocrypha”

[lilydalexf]

Hi, hope it's ok to ask you this. Since being here on tumblr (not so long) I've discovered that you're some sort of encyclopedic guru when it comes to unearthing obscure fanfics. I've asked @baronessblixen and with her help and the help of other kind people I was able to find the ones I was looking for, except for one. Maybe you know it?

I’m almost sure it was on AO3. It was a sort of rewriting of TFWID, and I remember Scully finding letters in some small town’s archives which proved that it was in fact Mulder and her, not Melissa, who had been true soulmates during the Civil War. Scully was his sergeant but, as two men, they hadn’t dared confess their feelings for each other until shortly before they died, when they had finally shared a kiss (and more?) in his tent before going off to be killed on the battlefield.

It would be brilliant if this would ring a bell. Thank you in any case.

Of course it's okay to ask! I wish I knew exactly which fic you're thinking of, but my guess if probably wrong since it's not on AO3 and is spurred by a library manuscript and not letters. But once I heard "The Field Where I Died," letters, and Mulder and Scully being the true soulmates, all I could think of was the very good, very long fic Condemned to Repeat It by Branwell.

If you know what fic is based on "The Field Where I Died," has Scully finding letters and as Mulder's soulmate, and them being two men in the Civil War past, please let us know!

[lilydalexf]

In very funny fashion, nobody understands why Scully can’t just believe.

(I Want To Believe press | Brett Martin interview | 2008)

[lilydalexf]

I have a question I’m looking for a fanfic where scully has a miscarriage in the hotel in Oregon.

Maybe you're looking for What Could Have Been by ElizabethJaneway1158 (@fbismostunwanted1158). It is an AU outcome of "Requiem."

If anybody has another guess for the mystery fic, please let us know!

[lilydalexf]

In the spirit of the anons of old, have a little bit of Contact High:

She recalls the deliciousness of the sun, lying flat to absorb it like a horse in a meadow; Mulder's side above her, long thigh, wide shoulder, his head black against the wordless sky. Newspaper crackling in the wind. She doesn't believe she slept, just drifted in the warmth of ultraviolet radiation, absorbing Vitamin D. She hadn't known he was looking at her.

Aw, Scully on The Mall with her black shoes off. (I was not kidding before about practically memorizing this fic.) Thank you, anon!

[scientificwhammy]

when you’re so short that you leave the camera shot and reenter because the camera is following your ten foot tall coworker

[goshdoggett]

The R-Rated Director's Cut of 'The X-Files' Movie Has a Title and Release Date

The R-Rated Director's Cut of 'The X-Files' Movie Has a Title and Release Date

'The X-Files: I Want to Believe Vrach Frankenshteyn' debuts on Hulu August 14.

[lilydalexf]

Gillian Anderson behind the scenes of The X-Files, “The Field Where I Died”

[audriesfic]

ctrl_f_funerals

Scully looked almost like she’d seen a ghost, and he should know; he’d seen her after she’d seen one. Her fingers flexed on the back of one of her high wooden chairs. “It’s because I haven’t been getting enough zinc.” She swallowed. “Isn’t it.” 

When he stepped toward her she kept the chair between them. She could break his heart if she weren’t so busy scaring the shit out of him.

He tried, “Scully.”

The low, sibilant way she used to take to like a body to water, in the middle of the night, in the flail of some nightmare: Where is my weapon. Did I take enough zinc. And -- Scully, till she sagged with it. Her muscles going long against her bones, which had gone still against his. Scully, alright Scully. Asleep in his arms untense as an exhausted swimmer. 

But now she was rigid. And her eyes were so open, he could see straight to the very blue bottom of her confusion, which was something terrible and true.

“No,” she said. “Don’t do that.” One hand went to her mouth and the other to her chest. Like she was going to throw up and recite the Pledge of Allegiance at the same time. “Oh my god,” she said, all but doubled over with it. “Please don’t do this to me.” 

She hadn’t answered the door when he’d knocked, though he’d hardly knocked. The buzz of anonymous highway had been in him, dirt still in his hair, and he’d realized on the walk up to her apartment that he was wearing a rather nice suit, probably Armani.

It was all too strange, even by his generous measure. He’d woken up under a slice of clear blue rectangle in North Carolina that morning. In his gums, it made his teeth ache.

And then there was Scully.

Don’t do this to me, that’s what she’d said when he’d come in the door, too, bolting upright on her couch, scrabbling for her service weapon. Had she been asleep? It was two o’clock in the afternoon. It was, per the gas station calendar as he’d hitched statelines, a Tuesday. Her hair had been a fright. There were bruises under her eyes as purple as any cadaver’s little finger.  

He’d thought — what had he thought? What was he supposed to think? She was Scully. The steps were quite simple: If things were strange, he found Scully. Sometimes, yes, it took a moment to travel from point A to point B. Sometimes there were many smaller steps between those two essential ones. But the fact remained that, in ketamine dreams or the throes of self-imposed psychodemetia, the buck stopped with Scully. Once he found her, some broader leap toward not-strangeness, or at the very least a better kind of strange, could almost always reliably be made. 

Except this was worse, undeniably. Scully cornered across her kitchen where she’d flown after failing to locate her gun. It was not so much that she seemed afraid. The first thing she’d said, before imploring him that she could not take it, had been his name. And she’d said it just like she always had, with a tugging in it, a slur that was like closing a distance. It sounded exactly like the buck still stopped at her front door. 

“Please,” she was saying still, but she had stopped looking at him, sobbing to the hard wood and pale tile floor. “I don’t know—”

“Scully,” he said, in a different way, older and more urgent. “It’s me. It is me.” 

And damn if her face didn’t snap right up to his again. Yes. The echo and aftershock of recognition. His Scully of the basement office and the connected motel room door. Since forever, his assigned seat-mate, his stalwart, his level best. The dutiful daughter whose eyes had looked like that — Christ, just like that — when her father had died. 

Still, she was shaking her head. Her chin in that self-loathing crimp. “I can’t,” she said. 

“Yes,” he told her, though he didn’t know what, really. Anything. “Sure you can, Scully. It’s alright.” 

Scully took a deep breath. When she tore loose of herself it was with a shudder. The same rent-apart way she'd looked when she recalled burning spaceships with her hands open, or when she’d stepped through the doorway into his room, that first time. 

Upon him then, across the room, the dig of her forearm into the flesh of his neck like an incision, like that was how close she wanted to be: to the bone. The chair rattled.

“Hey,” he said, “hey, oh —” He put his arms around her ribs and spine. He put a hand in her hair to hold her and mean it. He said her name one more way, a way that wasn’t worth describing. 

Scully cried like to bring down high heaven. She cried like when she’d nearly had her heart torn out on his ratty living room floor. She cried in a way he’d never heard her cry before. 

Mulder put his face to her hot neck. When he tried to speak, he didn’t know what there was to say. He stood and shook funeral dirt all over her, his widow, and her bright clean kitchen floors. 

[samanthamulder]

mulder | pilot

made this beautiful post into a gif version || he's so pretty ugh <3

[sophsun1]

The X-Files – 7.19: Hollywood A.D

[audriesfic]

She had gone to Philadelphia and come back changed—he feared irrevocably. Sure they had newfangled lasers that might starch ink from skin but this wasn’t about that. It was about the cool level way she looked at him across their desk, the way she’d not met his eyes in the hospital, and how he’d thought he missed her, then.

They confer professionally with long silence. Scully’s raw with bruises and rough handling. He recalls how, in Graceland, he had addressed her a postcard but not gotten it sent. Scully — scrawled, and that was all.

4x6 sentiment. The square footage of them. If they got another desk she’d have to stand in his shadow to reach anything of value. Her face is familiar, and silent, and WISH YOU WERE HERE! is what the card had had to say before he’d ever touched it.

The quiet grows to the size of the room.

“I may be in love with you,” is how he chooses to fill it.

After he’s said it, he knows it is true. Before he’d only had his hunches.

Scully says nothing. Impassive. But he sees it, a kind of wince, to the right of her eyebrow, with the bruise, like he, too, has caused her some pain. She leans forward and slides a file off the desk, tucks a paper clip to it, then looks down to her brief case and neatly puts it away.

Had he spoken? Mulder blinks at the place where a moment ago her face had been, absent now as she ducks about her business. 

“Scully?”

Half-rising. “Hm?” The smooth, unflinching side of her face. 

It’s astounding. He blinks again at nothing. “Did you hear what I said?”

Scully gives him an absent, midweek smile. A Thursday night, reports done, let’s call it early crimp. Then it’s gone. “Been a long day,” she says. “Night, Mulder.”

The door shuts behind her, and on Monday, he knows, she will come in with her face powdered, and her mouth closed. The postcard stuck in a motel drawer with the Gideon Bible.

[goshdoggett]

The X-Files (1993–2018)

@pscentral​ event 48: silhouettes

[lilydalexf]

The X-Files as a heartwarming, lighthearted 80s crime-fighting romp.

[scullyitsme]

typical fucking scully 

[fucktheon]

we’ve got junior detective queequeg scully on the case, don’t worry.