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[kchie]

Arkham Knight: Spov Development Reel

[teritot]

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[enzeth]

https://flic.kr/p/TRzvPc #spov #curlew #bird #birdphotography #forest (at Sandsund, Länsi-Suomen Lääni, Finland)

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[imfinemulder]

For notwidelyunderstooddefinition sorry it’s been a long time coming. Life gets in the way sometimes. :)  It also ended up being a little longer than anticipated.

Prompt: SPOV, Little spaceship in Mulder’s aquarium; Title: Submerged; Setting: S8 pre-DeadAlive

The sky had been concrete grey for two days. It reflected her mood. A halfway house between black and white. Three days ago she had shot and killed a young boy. Seen the fear in his eyes, felt hard metal against her palms and pressed the trigger, even though every thought she had was telling her to stop. A day later, Mulder’s fish had started to die. Penance. She had thrown herself into the role of their saviour.

It had been her mother’s enforced suggestion. Four weeks of seeing her daughter torment herself with visits to her partner’s apartment under the guise of fish sitting. Scully had come home to find the tank set up in her front room. They had argued. Scully berating her mother for interfering with her personal life. Maggie countering that her stubbornness was self-destructive and she had more than herself to think about these days.  They did not part on good terms.

There was no discernible reason as to why Mulder’s fish had started to die. Nitrate and nitrite levels were negligible, ammonia levels tolerable and temperature stable. White spot didn’t seem to be the issue and she had fed the sickest ones shelled garden peas in case it was swim bladder. Nothing had a positive effect.  

Too many children dying. She thought, holding a hand to her stomach as she watched the Mollies flounder at the bottom of the tank. Unable to think of another course of action, she had started daily water changes, hoping it would dilute the toxic build-up. Searching for water conditioner, she had found it. The small orange and blue U.F.O. ornament hidden inside a cardboard box of fish tank decorations.

Plucking it from the clutter she held it by the hose at arm’s length. U.F.Os, Mulder and children. She swallowed, struggling to get past the lump in her throat. Somehow the three had always been inextricably linked. Touching the plastic she scraped a nail along the edges of her memories. They hurt. Breathing hurt, and the wall she had built to protect herself faltered.  For the first time in months she cried, not the soft silent tears she had shed in front of colleagues, not the stunted staccato pain she had shown her mother. Her chest ached, burnt as she gulped trying to ground herself. Closing her eyes against the pressure, she stayed there, next to the glowing lights of the aquarium, and let the tears flow freely, grasping the small U.F.O.

As part of her emotional indulgence she had grabbed Mulder’s afghan from the back of her sofa and settled there, leaving the U.F.O on the coffee table. The setting sun had begun to draw shadows on the wall before she felt capable of purposeful movements. Flipping on the lamp beside her she reached out and picked the toy up again. At least she could put one thing back where it belonged. Taking it to the tank, she submerged it, attaching the spare air hose from the pump to the pipe before letting it drift to the bottom. Large bubbles began to form underneath the craft, rising to the surface and breaking like skimmed pebbles.

In the morning, when sleep had salved the outward symptoms of her grief and she had mentally prepared for more, she returned to the tank. She was unprepared for the greeting. Hungry, active Mollies crowded the top of the tank. No death. No carnage. The U.F.O slowly moving up and down within a sea of life. Her mind raced with thoughts of Africa and she inwardly scolded herself for the correlation. It had to be the air. The additional pipe was adding more oxygen to the water, the fish had just needed to breathe. You and me both, she thought letting a small smile lit up her face briefly. Tipping in a few fish flood flakes she took a moment to watch them. See Mulder, she thought, I'm not the only one who needs your crazy theories to get through the day. Picking up her coat she turned, grabbed her car keys and left the apartment to face another day.

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Spov goes to Hollywood! Coming soon to a screen near you! #spov #screengraphics #motiongraphics #goteam

[aelectricmermaids]

Fuse, mission briefing