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"Are you ok?" I'm actually tired bro. From the bottom of my heart I'm tired

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i'm obsessed with them

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I want them comfortably married and happy and bickering over their morning beverages and also I want them to fuck nasty on the living room floor because they can't wait another second

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drabble - Scully rejects every baby name on Mulder’s list, except for a surprising last dark horse

“Are you kidding?”

He frowns. “It’s a good list!”

She scoffs. “Calliope? Wilhelmina? Cressida? LEOCADIA?”

Mulder sniffs, offended. “Leo is a cute nickname for a girl.”

“Firstly, no. Second of all…Mulder, I don’t even HAVE a second of all. Of the thousands of names out there you’ve brought Demelza.”

He scowls. “Fine. We can name her Nevaeh.”

“Don’t be dramatic.” She scans the list again. “Matilda,” she muses.

Mulder perks up. “Empress Matilda was a certified badass.”

“She was. It’s very pretty. Tillie, Tilda…”

“Tilda Swinton is very cool,” he says, encouragingly.

Scully nods, thoughtful. She pats her belly. “Matilda.”

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Do it for Dolly!

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I was working on commissions but got distracted. sorry. also practicing more creative image descriptions

(ref for the first sketch is under the cut)

also here's some pencil shavings from the second sketch

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David Duchovny as Fox Mulder in The X-Files Season 11

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david duchovny’s silence in ascension (ep 2x6) is almost more potent than his rage and that is saying something

just a devastating performance all episode long

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(Aside from the obvious) who is on y’all’s wishlist for DD’s podcast? I’d really like to see Chris Meloni, personally. Or Mariska.

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monthly installment of whatever that is

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prompt: Scully slips her hand into Mulder's pants pocket-

"If I'm Carrying Marilyn Monroe's Purse"

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They were paying their bill like respectable adults-- ones who hadn't confiscated an FBI charge card, overpaid their self-imposed limit, and didn't plan on spending the night at the swankiest hotel they could find-- when it happened.

"Here's your receipt, sir, just sign-- oh, oops!" The waitress and their receipt parted ways in a convoluted motion Scully wasn't quite sure began or ended innocently. She squashed that thought as her partner slid from the booth, goodnaturedly brushing aside Cherry's concerns and apologies. "I'm so sorry, thank you."

"Hey, Scully," came Mulder's perky voice, muffled under the tablecloth, "it vanished." He grunted-- that osteoporosis denial not doing his knees any favors. "Uh, is it under your feet?"

She was about to tap her shoes around, gamely, when she noticed a flash from the corner of her eye: Cherry whipping out a thin, white card; Cherry scribbling manically across it; Cherry slipping it into her partner's back pants pocket. Cherry brazenly locking eyes before bending down to, suddenly, exclaim, "There it is, under your right shoe!"

"How convenient." Her barb was ignored.

"I could've sworn I checked there," Mulder mused, sloughing off his concerns with a chuckle. "Maybe this is a sign to call it for the night."

She made no comment, watching Cherry follow Mulder's movements, watching her devour his watch, his suit, his hands and skin and hair. The scent of disattached wealth, Scully surmised, must be oozing from his pores, must clog up an L.A. aspirational's senses.

L.A. Cherry picked the wrong East Coast host. Perhaps, Scully thought, she'd recommend this restaurant to Skinner.

Deftly, she slid a hand over the menus to the checkbook, fingers circling around Skinner's bribe with dramatic flourish. "I'll take the receipt, thank you," she smiled, teeth bared. She'd been a California baby, after all.

"Oh. Sure," stuttered Miss Aspirational, eyes slitting under her wispy, bleached bangs. "Do you want anything to go?" she pointedly asked her receipt hunter, who was ping-ponging between both women: confused, but catching up.

"We're good," Scully insisted, sliding out from her side of the booth, moving in front of the waitress, and bending over slightly to reach Mulder's ear. "Let's get out of here, Mulder."

He grinned and slid out to meet her. "Lead the way."

"After you," she waved. Waited until he turned to pinch the tip of the card, pull it from his pocket, and hold it, brazenly, for Cherry to see. Then tossed it on their way out.

Sensing her lag, Mulder waited for her, taking her arm or letting her take his-- either way didn't matter-- as the limo lazed closer. "There something I should know about?" he teased, looking from her to the restaurant in their wake.

"Oh, just... you know."

No he didn't; or he did, but wanted her to spell it out.

"I think Skinner would like it there."

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Thanks for reading¬

Enjoy!

Tagging: @today-in-fic

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how to say "I love you" in x-files [36/?] ⤷ 5.14 — “The Red and the Black”

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i’ll post serious fan art soon

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Oh, autumn ❤️

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mild spoilers for Arcadia & One Breath

Big Mike: He fights the Tulpa to save Scully. Went out of his way to help the Petries.

Nurse Owens: Scully’s guardian angel <3

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To jog your memory, here are the episodes they're from:

Arcadia: Several disappearances at an idyllic planned community lead Mulder and Scully to go undercover as a married couple. However, they soon discover that the president of the homeowners' association takes the community covenants and regulations more seriously than they could have imagined.

One Breath: When Scully mysteriously re-appears comatose in a hospital, Mulder fixates himself on finding the people responsible, though his quest for vengeance could make him exactly like those he despises.