This is my txf blog so that I can prevent embarrassing myself on main, and a place for me to be unhinged about a 30 year old tv show. Blog name is from an actual place that exists, but, it's funny to me out of context
I told my bestie I started writing x-files fanfic. She was unsurprisingly super supportive- she knows I'm obsessed and that I've been meaning to get back into writing/find more creative outlets.
How do other folks engage with this in real life?
Do friends and family know and support?
Do you just say you write generally and not mention specifics?
Is it your fun lil secret or are you loud and proud?
I definitely keep it to myself for everyone irl. It gives me a freedom to write whatever I want and I never actually met any friend that has told me they read fanfiction.
Also in my case in the xtf fandom id also have to tell people I know my name is Mulders Meat
This is finally chapter two, as well as the finished watercolour for @danascullymd1013 for Poang Pals Presents 2025!
My bad for taking forever, and tbh it IS kinda embarrassing. It was a mix of performance anxiety and also, full disclosure, I got into a mobile game, which is always a terrible idea. IT'S SO CUTE THOUGH. As for the watercolour, it is definitely the worry of it turning out shitty, but I did it after the chapter was done, and I felt so close to the goal, that in total I probably only spent like an hour on it lmao. I’m still feel pretty like a beginner for watercolour in a lot of ways (especially people) and honestly I cut some corners. I regret Mulder’s arm so much. I did photoshop it a bit because the original looks… uhhh, I couldn’t move the colour where I needed it
Anyway I hope everyone likes it! Rated E, and this is the beginning of it. The rest is posted on AO3!
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Scully found herself in a mundane luxury: She woke up naturally. Usually she found herself woken up by phone calls of "Scully, you're not going to believe this," or "Scully, are you doing anything? I got these two tickets to buttfuck Idaho to find the mystic monster that’s been alive for 1000 years. This simply cannot wait," or on a more drab side of things, her alarm clock. As she got gently lulled into the real world, her other senses were starting to engage. The first was touch, though her brain wasn't completely up to taking in the signals. She felt warm and secure. There was an acceptably soft bedding around her, and, strangely enough, there was a comforting weight on her. Blankets aren't usually this heavy. They aren't usually this warm either.
Her sense of smell kicked in next. Her body has long since got used to the distinctive smell of hotels, but there was a different smell there. It wasn't a bad scent, in fact, it was quite nice and lulled her in. She opened her eyes and got them to focus. After the heartbeat of shock, it all came rushing back, and it was replaced with an odd mixture of comfort and giddiness, like something that she wasn't supposed to do, but it felt so right.
Right beside her, with tussled hair and a face void of stress, was a sleeping Mulder. His breathing was a steady rhythm, his eyes were firmly shut, and he had his arm over her, loosely holding her there. A stray thought consumed Scully's mind: He looked so cute. This was a Mulder rarely seen. Sleep often evaded him, and in the waking world he was usually on tasks like a dog. Here he was more akin to a sleeping puppy. All he needed was the leg twitches and he could say he was dreaming of running, which is a lot better than his usual nightmares.
Another devious thought came to her. She needed closer.
This is my gift for @danascullymd1013 for the poangpresent2025 event! It was a joy making your gift for you, and as you loved both The Rain King and loved fluf, so I was happy to oblige! One bed fics are also my beloved, so I could not help to not only draw artwork, but also write fic for it. I did bite off more than I could chew though, so the next chapter is coming by next weekend, but it will also involve smut (I also felt a little weird posting smut on christmas anyway? Santa will judge me hahahaha. but no judging, I too often just click the E section and go from there lmao). I also hope to paint the sketch and fit some things, anatomy wise by the next chapter too. Sorry I didn't finish; my bad. My plans is to paint it via watercolour, and watercolour intimates me lol. I also haven't painted people in that medium since high school, so idk how it'll turn out. The fic a03 link is here but I'll also post the full thing here. I'm already cutting it close to christmas, so there might be some grammar issues or whatever, but I'll have another read through tomorrow. Anyway, I hope you like it! I'm not a seasoned fan fic writer by any means, and also drawing people are hard
Scully felt herself almost gripped by a deep sense of nostalgia as she and Mulder exited the reunion that night. She had never been to a high school reunion, hell, it wasn't even her reunion. Still, it felt a deep mixture of familiarity of dreams of the past, and hopes for the future. She admitted to herself that Shelia and Holman's romance at the end was cute. It felt like she and Mulder were self-inserted into a romantic fairy tale where the two leads found each other after a long relationship of friendship in the end and they, presumably, live happily ever after.
She was happy that she was able to help. Once she got over the pang of jealousy of seeing Sheila and Mulder kiss, which to be fair, he didn't have the expression of someone caught as so much as if it was like if the damn Mothman came out of the walls and decided to kiss him, she found Sheila a sweet woman. Unlike Mulder's "dating help" her advice seemed to have struck a coord, stating her own belief that some of the best relationships are rooted in friendships.
Scully refused to focus on the irony of her own situation.
It was in this cascade of romantic nostalgia that she found herself coming up to the hotel with Mulder, who seemed to have been swimming in his own thoughts during the trip. The hotel that still had the damage from the cow-sized hole in its roof.
Oh right.
The earliest plane that they could book was tomorrow evening, so that meant that it would be one more night of Mulder and Scully sharing a bed. This in itself was not a huge deal, Scully reasoned, after the initial panic of not being able to get another room mixed with the exasperation that she'll have to somehow write in the report that a cow caught in a mini tornado, of all things, destroyed Mulder's room. They have shared a room before, one time even Alex Trebek was involved, (yes the game show host. No, not that way). Over the years of our emotional trauma, one of them found themselves over at the other's rooms, having a best friend for someone to talk to, to ward off their demons until they fell asleep, comforted by the other's presence. There have been so many times that she was sure that she would have not been able to fall asleep if it wasn't for Mulder holding her away from the harm of the world, even if it was only for the night.
This time however, there were no narrow escapes from the worse the world had to offer, no illness or injury that Scully dutifully fawned over by the self-presented title of his doctor, no freshly opened trauma of scars that cannot be seen. They weren't even on an active case anymore to talk about theories until they drifted off in exhaustion. Instead they had that fuzzy, small town romantic nostalgia as the backdrop.
Despite this, Scully found herself not feeling awkward at all as Mulder, instead of doing the logical thing and rush to the hotel door to not get soaking wet, instead waited the extra couple of seconds and met up with Scully in front of the car to casually put his hand on the familiar part of her back. Rain flatted his hair as he also apparently didn't decide to get the keys ready to get in their room. As soon as he got inside he shook his head and Scully laughed a bit, reminding her of one of her childhood neighbours golden retrievers.
"It's really raining cats and dogs out there isn't it." She said
"Alas, it seems old Holman can control both the weather and the animals. Do you think he can control sleeping bags too?" He grinned like a child remembering a secret joke, water stilling dripping down his face.
"Maybe in your dreams Mulder." Scully said, but she could not help the grin that crawled forward as she separated from him to grab her dry clothes to change into for the night.
"You know I'm bad at sleeping, Scully." Mulder quipped, going toward his suitcase with the haphazard pile around it. His habit of not putting most of his clothes away actually seemed to work in his favour this time. Most of his belongings were relatively unscathed from the cow incident as he tended to put them near the wall, and not take them out until he needed it. It always seemed a little messy to Scully, him shuffling and wrinkling his clothes until they became a mismatched wad just to find what he is looking for, but this really wasn't the time to bring that up.
"Hmmm." Mulder said, still looking through the clothes stash, a little bit more frantically, dripping water on things as he went. "I can't.... Fuck"
"What’s the problem?" Scully asked, starting to be a little concerned. She already grabbed her pyjamas, and would have normally gone into the bathroom to shower and change, but Mulder was rummaging more urgently and violently than normal.
"Only jeans now." He muttered, barely loud enough for Scully to hear. It took a couple of seconds, but it dawned on her. While most of his clothes were fine, there were a couple of things that either didn't make it as they were strung around the ground, or he just didn't bring them. Apparently this included pyjama pants, though Scully thinks he just wears them for her sake and the nights he does stay over. The previous night, Mulder attempted to wear his jeans to bed, of all things, and Scully straight up refused, but also refused him sleeping on the ground. Hotel beds were uncomfortable enough, she did not need to have the knowledge that Mulder was right there making the active choice of wearing fucking jeans to sleep. While she didn't like the next choice either, they compromised and she allowed him to wear his only pair of slacks left to bed.
The same slacks that were drenched now.
"Mulder, it's fine, I promise I won't make fun of your underwear, even if they have the little cartoon hearts on them."
Mulder freezed mid dig. It was only for a couple of seconds, but she was sure she saw his so-called "panic face" and.... was that a blush?
"I'll have you know, Scully, that my boxers are the finest the discount section of K-mart has to offer. My ass is just too good for cartoon hearts." Mulder said confidently, all traces of the previous expression gone from his face.Scully smirked as she threw a towel to him and headed to the shower first. As she was showering, she tried not to think of the fact that Mulder would be sleeping right beside her wearing his boxers. Knowing that he would need the shower too to properly dry off, she was quick, deciding to bring the blow dryer with her outside and plug it in the same power outlet as the lamp.
Even though it makes perfect sense, she was still taken aback when she opened the door. Mulder was sitting on the ground with the white towel under him, trying to watch an old Twilight zone rerun, but his hair was spiked up from the rubbing. Most importantly, he was shirtless. This shouldn't be a big deal to Scully at this point; she has seen him shirtless so many times before; but he was still so beautiful. Half the times Scully gets to see him, he is either sick or injured so the situation detracts from her ogling, and the other half of the time, she cannot let on that she is admiring his body to him, so that short periods of time are a blessing.
Her eyes snapped up to his face as Mulder turned towards her.
"Hey G-woman. I ordered pizza. It is getting prepared by the finest pimply teenage cooks the town has to offer." He pointed out where the credit card was as he shuffled off to the shower. Scully had to again try not to think of the fact that Mulder now has even less clothes on, as she also contemplated working on the report. However, something held her back, telling her that this should just be a her-and-Mulder night. Not every hour needs to have work overtones. The laptop stayed in its bag untouched as she flopped on the bed watching the half finished segment of the show.
Quicker than expected the doorbell rang. She paid the, as Mulder predicted, pimply faced teenager and carried her prize to the tiny table provided. She supposed it made sense, it felt like half the town was off for that reunion. She found herself more hungry than she thought as the smell of delicious cheese and meat hit her senses, and ripped open the box in delight as Mulder chose her favourite pizza. She just finished her internal happy dance and grabbed a couple of pieces when Mulder appeared. She tried to not compare him to a greek sculpture of a god as the steam billowed out of the bathroom, and tried not to notice that he was now shirtless and pantsless. After all, they are friends right? Friends don't stare at friends' abs, or admire their bulges, or want to touch him. Certainly not coworker friends, right?
He also seemed delighted that the food had arrived, and they both succumbed to the ultimate luxury: eating unhealthy food in bed as they watched trash cable tv. With no pressing crisis or mystery, it felt nice. Scully had to admit, she did feel a little giddy over the fact that Mulder was right beside her wearing nothing but one layer of clothing, but she also felt a calming sense of everything just felt... right. Scully felt a warmful embrace of ease and happiness as she and Mulder laughed at each other's jokes of the shitty late night tv, or inside jokes.
Even as it was time for bed, it still did not evoke a deep sense of awkwardness, though Scully suspected that Mulder was not sure what to really do with himself, by the fact that as he was settling down, he seemed to be purposefully leaving a space between them. "A space for Jesus," her mothers voice creeped into her mind. Still, as he faced her and her eyes got used to the light being off, she was delighted at how at peace he looked. She had known how the years of trauma and worries wore him down and it was a small reminder as she looks upon his face, but much of that has seemed to have left him tonight, even if she knows that it was only temporary.
He smiled with contentment as he gazed at her sleepily." G'night Scully."
"Goodnight Mulder." Scully replied as she nuzzled further into the sheets. He closed his eyes and there was a couple of minutes of silence.
"Hey Scully." He mumbled, his voice cutting into the night. "I'm glad it worked out for Sheila and Holman." Scully nodded. More crass men would be commenting on Holman finally "getting some" or something of that nature, but Mulder mentioned none of that.
"Yeah, I told Shiela that the best relationships are rooted in friendships, and sometimes, one day, something just shifts."
"Mmmm." Mulder mumbled, and further relaxed. He draped his arm over Scully, then seemed to fall asleep. Scully smiled to herself and nuzzled closer, and allowed sleep to consume her as well.
After all, wherever Mulder goes, she would make sure he didn't have to take that journey alone anymore.
Merry Christmas @muldersmeat! 'Tis I, your @poangpals Secret Santa. I got the vibe early on that you enjoy lighthearted Mulder and Scully, and once you said you love playing DDR, I just got the thought, how cute would it be if they played?! I hope you like it! :)
Silly little accompanying ficlet behind the cut as well...
"That new VC agent had a serious crush on you, Scully…"
"Oh come on, Mulder—"
"'Doctor Agen—Special Doc—ugh! Agent Scully!'," Mulder quoted through laughter. "But hey, I can't blame him when you're wearing that green sweater."
Scully swatted him with the case file she'd been reviewing as they walked through the crowded mall away from the scene—but her lips curled into a tiny smile.
She opened the folder, flipping through photos of strangely marked bodies and notes from the local police. "That's peculiar…" she mumbled to herself. "Mulder, did you notice the slash marks are perfectly aligned to the ribs?"
No answer came.
Scully stopped and looked up, around. Mulder was no longer at her heels. "Mulder?" she shouted, backtracking several steps.
"In here!"
She followed the sound of his voice to what turned out to be a large arcade, where he stood in awe at a pair of teens jumping and stomping on arrows while a fast, electronic song played through a screen in front of them. They moved almost in sync, their feet flying beneath them, hands anchored to the bars at their backs.
Mulder whistled—impressed—when the song ended and they hopped down, smiling as they caught their breath. They disappeared into the arcade and he turned to Scully. "C'mon, Scully, let's try!"
She blinked. "Are you crazy, Mulder?"
"I've been told as much," he said with a nod. "But don't you think it looks fun?"
"I think it looks like you breaking something."
"Uh huh… I think you're just scared I'll kick your ass."
Scully raised an eyebrow. "You can't be serious…" She shrugged off her jacket and approached the machine.
Mulder followed, shedding his own jacket and tossing it aside with a grin.
They toed off their shoes, then stepped up on the pads, the glow of the screens painting them—Mulder in pink, Scully in blue. Mulder scrolled through the songs, landing on one called "Butterfly", and they were off to the races.
Scully instantly took the form the teens had demonstrated, gripping the bar behind her with both hands, holding her upper body steady. Mulder, it seemed, preferred to take a more freestyle approach—arms flailing wildly until his left hand found the bar behind Scully instead of his own.
He cast a glance her way, and caught the slight furrow in her brow as she focused on the arrows flowing down the screen.
omghghhtd I LOVE THIS. This is so sweet and I love the incorporation with both. Hahaha it makes perfect sense that Scully would do the more logical thing and actually use the bars that are there. The artwork is also really went done! I know a dynamic, in movement pose like this is hard to do and you pulled it off nicely, and the lighting is really cool. Also the fic made me grin like an idiot
Thank you so much for the gift, and Merry Christmas!
Sorry it's been a while. Your last answers were great, and I've been working away on your gift. I'm nervous but excited. 😅
I just wanted to pop by to say hi, and I hope you're finding time to enjoy the holiday season! It's crazy how fast these weeks have flown by.
See you soon! 👀
That's okay! This season has gone by SO fast! I can't believe its Christmas eve! Thanks for the nice message and im so excited to see it (as well as everyone else's!) I hope you have a great holiday as well !
Hi again, secret pal! Thank you for your previous answers. I am still pondering how to approach your gift 👀... so I'm back with a couple more questions!
Since I asked about MSR last time, this time I'm curious, what else do you love about The X-Files?
And for a lil non-XF question, what are some things you like to do for fun?!
Have great week! :)
Haha don't worry, I am having the same problem with my own gift lol.
You know, its kinda funny, because on the outside it's not actually something that I would like, as I'm not either a sci-fi or a horror liking person. Stating that, I think for me, they have it toned down enough for someone like me to enjoy it.
Otherwise, I feel that when the writing is good, it really is a fun time (there is some times when it is not/ disagreed with how the story ended up going), the chemistry of the actors really elevated this aspect as well (I admit it, they do look mighty fine too). I also liked that while it had episodes where every moment is important to the plot (tm), not every episode were like that. I don't watch much modern tv, but I find a lot of them are like that, and you MUST watch all the other episodes to even have a clue what is happening. Sometimes I want a silly episode about cockroaches and txf delivers on that aspect . I do also like they pepper in jokes or fun episodes but it is not meant to be a comedy? I'm probably missing a lot, but somehow it just hits different. Most of the time, I'm sitting down to 45 minutes of me being invested in whatever bs Mulder is throwing at me, and for someone that is not really a tv watching person, he's doing something right.
On the outside of the show, it has a special aspect because it is one that I watched with my family a lot. Also, one of my other interests is the old internet as technology from this era. Txf is a trailblazer of online fandom culture, and it is extremely fascinating to me how a 30 year old fandom operated back then, and evolved. Its so neat when you hear about stuff like the Spookies, or people's own website shrines, etc. Meanwhile today you get to be so spoiled with fanworks both old and new. It's really cool.
Ahh, well it feels like I'm busy a lot of the time, but I do enjoy playing some games from time to time! Nowadays I feel like pick up and play games are more up my alley but one of my favourite gaming franchises is harvest moon (which eventually became story of seasons... it's a whole thing). I also used to play DDR a lot, and would love to again once I get a place to properly play it. I also like to draw and paint! I have also succumbed to the international passtime of doomscrolling... more than I like lol.
Hey there! It is I, your X-Files Secret Santa, stopping by with a question for you...
Which kind of MSR interactions are your favorite? Cute and flirty? Soft and tender? Angsty and make you wanna cry?!
If you've got a few specific scenes in mind I'd love to hear 'em.
Hope you're having a wonderful weekend! 💚
Sorry for taking forever! I had a busy week 😩. Also I had to think about it for a bit. I DO love the cute and flirty. Them gently teasing each other is always so fun, but in the show and in fics, like when mulder says some silly thing to try to get scully to laugh/smile . A lil' bit of angst is always good, but I have to be in the right mood for the super sad. I am a sucker for sick fics for example type "angst", which I suppose the soft and tender come in. One of the things i love about msr is how much they have each others back when they need each other (unless they are legit abducted) but also know each other enough to know when.
Hey there! It is I, your X-Files Secret Santa, stopping by with a question for you...
Which kind of MSR interactions are your favorite? Cute and flirty? Soft and tender? Angsty and make you wanna cry?!
If you've got a few specific scenes in mind I'd love to hear 'em.
Hope you're having a wonderful weekend! 💚
Sorry for taking forever! I had a busy week 😩. Also I had to think about it for a bit. I DO love the cute and flirty. Them gently teasing each other is always so fun, but in the show and in fics, like when mulder says some silly thing to try to get scully to laugh/smile . A lil' bit of angst is always good, but I have to be in the right mood for the super sad. I am a sucker for sick fics for example type "angst", which I suppose the soft and tender come in. One of the things i love about msr is how much they have each others back when they need each other (unless they are legit abducted) but also know each other enough to know when.
I’d never have expected for the above to make GA’s “Most Memorable X-Files Moments” when she was asked to list them in 2002.An anon directed me to track these down and as I’ve never seen this on tumblr I thought I’d share - thanks nonny! Originally posted to her website it’s interesting to note that she doesn’t remember much more in 2002 than she does in 2016 and detail she does go into are mostly cute and personal. The Duane Barry crawling and notes on David Nutter and Beyond the Sea are my favourites!
Answer: Some of my favorite memories of working on the show (and not necessarily in order of importance or weight or much of anything but the order in which I remembered them.)
1. Directing “All Things.”
2. Singing Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog to Mulder in Detour.
3. Shooting “Triangle.”
4. Shooting “Cops.”
5. Shooting the kiss/bee scene in the movie.
6. Shooting the scene where Mulder shows Scully how to hit a baseball in
“The Unnatural.”
7. Shooting “Bad Blood” but especially the autopsy scene.
8. Doing the elephant autopsy in “Fearful Symmetry.”
9. In the first season the crew used to crowd around a t.v. screen on Friday nights and watch the show over lunch. That was fun and exciting for us.
10. I remember when the casting director told me I had the job after the final network audition and I had to drive a fellow auditioning actress that I knew back to her hotel knowing that I had the job and not letting on or being able to talk about it.
11. Shooting the graveside scene in the pilot in forced freezing rain at some ungodly hour in the morning and trying to remember my name let alone whole paragraphs of dialogue.
12. Shooting scenes in the snow in Vancouver wearing a skirt and high heals and trying not to slide down hill.. .or having to use an umbrella so that my hair did not have to be blown out before every take.
13. Telling David in his trailer that I was pregnant and him telling me that he felt his knees buckle. Blue, as a puppy was lying sick on his bed behind him having just been spayed.
14. Watching Jim Rose do his famous genital tricks in his trailer during the shooting of Humbug.
15. In one of the very first episodes, Mulder and Scully are to look at red lights in the sky that may be UFOs and follow their flying path. David and I were standing on a windy hilltop looking out onto the pitch black heavens with the cameras on our faces and being directed where to look in EXACTLY the same place at the same time (up down left right).. .but with NOTHING TO LOOK AT AS A GUIDE! It was absurd.
16. Shooting Scully and Mulder’s final kiss scene at the end of “Existence.”
17. Shooting the dance sequence at the end of “The Post-Modern Prometheus.”
18. I remember sitting at a wooden table with David on the set when Pendrell was shot and David telling me about this date he had with a woman whose name he would not tell me but it was kind of like the tea that you drink.
19. Sitting in a luncheon booth on the North Vancouver lot with David Nutter and for the very first time going over a script with a director beat by beat and how exhilarating that was to be creative that way and have someone care what my feedback and impressions and instincts were. The script was “Beyond The Sea.”
20. Shooting the scene where Scully’s stomach is pumped with air in an abduction sequence and trying not to reveal that it was actually a pregnant belly being shot. I’ll have to show that scene to Piper one of these years.
21. Lying in a hospital bed on set ten days after giving birth to Piper. Hooked up to tubes and wires and drifting in and out of sleep while they shot around me and being wheeled to and from the bed in a wheelchair. Surreal. I’d just been there!
22. Shooting a scene in a rowboat in the middle of a lake all by myself for hours and my lactating breasts getting so swollen that I thought I might explode.
23. Shooting a scene in an episode about cats where Scully has to be attacked in the face by a cat but I am allergic so they built a cat on a stick covered in bunny für whose arms could be operated by some poor special effects guy. So here I am “struggling” with this fake bunny/cat in my face pretending to get scratched and be terrified when the fake fur keeps sticking to my lipstick and going up my nose and Kim Manners and I cannot stop cracking up at the ludicrousness of it all.
24. Lying on the floor eight months pregnant and being pushed by someone across the floor to simulate me “crawling” because I was so big and my belly was in the way and 1 could not do it myself. I think it was “Duane Barry.”
25. Sitting in the back of a jeep on one of the stages pretending to be attacked by imaginary (CGI) green bugs who are going to cocoon us and suck our life out of us… flailing away at them with all my might and then whenever we cut, turning to a big garbage can to my left and throwing up because I had horrible morning sickness.
26. When Chris Carter walked into my hospital room a day or two after Piper was born and was stopped in his tracks by the sight of this living being propped up beside me. We sat in silence for a long time.
27. Talking to Chris on some payphone outside some restaurant a couple nights before I was to go back to Network for the final audition and him giving me notes on how to dress more ‘streamlined’ for the Network Execs… I borrowed a suit.
28. Talking to David for the very first time outside the audition as he chatted up the girls and commenting on the fact that I was from N.Y. and not really meaning FROM FROM but the disappointment which flashed across his face when I qualified that I had only actually lived there a couple years. He moved on to someone else.
29. Experiencing Rob Bowman directing for the first time, setting up elaborate shots and the crew standing around thinking what is this new guy doing spending all this time with these fancy angles.. .cut to.. .the established norm. And thank God.
30. The last day of shooting in Vancouver when the make-up artist had to redo my make-up three and four times before every take cause I was crying so much. I imagine the same will be said in a little over a month. We won’t get anything shot.
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