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roxannarambles · 11 months ago

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Hello, saw this floating around and decided to fill it out, since I'm just chilling right now.

I don't really like tagging people, don't want them to feel on the spot, so if you see this, consider yourself tagged if you so desire. ^_^

20 Questions for Fic Writers

1. How many works do you have on A03?

At the moment, 24, but I have more posted to my Tumblr than I do a03. I prefer it here (although the audience is smaller)

2. What's your total A03 word count?

Kind of an odd question. 479,942. I guess this is supposed to be flexing? But I really do feel like it's not the quantity that matters, it's the quality.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

In the past, many. (I didn't write for all of em but here's some of my previous fandoms) Currently I write for Pokemon.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

For complete fics, the top spots belong to some Owl House fics, the next is a short Breath of the Wild Sidlink fic, the next is my Legault/Heath Fire Emblem story, and then a compilation of Moomin stories for a Snufmin Week.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes. In my FF.net days, the norm seemed to be not to respond to comments. But these days, responding to comments seems to be the new norm. Besides, it's nice to thank people for taking the time out of their day to comment and for being such lovely human beings. Even if it IS really hard for me to think of how to thank them without sounding like a buffoooooon (I take a while to get around to it sometimes argh)

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I have never done that. I want hopeful stories because they give me hope. I think the world needs more of that right now.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

How do you even judge that? Sorry I gotta skip this one, I have no clue

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Very rarely. In Owl House fandom, there are two characters who are not biologically related, did not grow up together, do not share a parental figure, and are not familial in any capacity. However, because a large number of fans have decided they have a "sibling vibe," they've concluded that shipping them together is vile and anyone who does so should be witch-hunted, harassed, slandered, doxxed, and worse. So, I got hate for that occasionally! That's about it, though.

9. Do you write smut?

I did once. Never again, lol

10. Do you write crossovers?

I wrote a Moomin/Deltarune crossover for a while. Nobody read it, though. A shame, it was fun.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Why would you steal a fic? Well, it's the internet, I guess you see just about everything online eventually, but I've never even heard of that. Art theft? Sure. Usually so the person can scam folks into commissioning them. Fic theft though? Nope. That's a new one for me. This is not an invitation for folks to try it out, lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Somebody asked me permission once to do that! I told them yes. I never heard back from them though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A lifetime ago I did a round-robin fic with my friends. I don't think I could co-write a fic now though, honestly. I'm so very picky about my headcanons. I would be horrible to work with.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Man, that's tough. I guess probably Mulder/Scully (see question 19) just because it was my first ship and left such an impression on me.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

'Second Chances.' It was such a cute story and so FUN. People loved it too. And I had it all planned out. But I left Owl House fandom before completing it. I never will return to it, I am too bitter with the final season of the show and the mainstream fans are also very tiresome to deal with.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmm. I'm getting to be pretty good at outlining things and figuring out the story's structure. tbh ~90% of my story is often done before I even start my first draft, either due to the vivid daydreams I have, trying stuff out and then trying different things out in my head (& the notes I take on said daydreams) or the progressively more specific outlines as I work things out. That said, there's definitely still stuff that simply does not work on paper that seemed so good in your head. And there's a lot of magic that just seems to spontaneously happen while writing the actual draft out, and it's so important to stay open to that. Whoops I am rambling. I guess in summary my strength is finding a satisfying ratio of outlining stuff vs. staying open to ideas and letting the story lead me in the direction it wants to go.

Also I think I'm pretty good at dialogue. Action/scene description is harder for me, but dialogue feels easy.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

My ideas tend to be very Big. I have great difficulty writing shorter stories. This sucks because I do not have limitless time and energy and I can sometimes bite off more than I can chew. I would love to write shorter stories so I can try out a larger number of ideas. I also want to improve my prose, I need some more variety in there, imo.

My primary weakness, though, is I only write as a form of escapism when I feel depressed. I want a healthier relationship with my writing and with fandom. Basically, I need to learn how to do things casually, to not let an interest consume me completely. I'll let you know if I figure out how to do that, no luck so far.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'm a boring monolingual. I'm not going to write in another language unless I know at least a little about it. Toss in a few phrases or sentences, sure, but nothing more than that.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The X-Files. I was a Mulder/Scully shipper. We called it MSR back then, MulderScullyRomance. I was a young lass back then, and it was my induction to shipping and romance. I loved them because they had fantastic chemistry and a strong partnership built on trust and mutual respect, despite their differing worldviews and interests. Also because I really really liked Scully.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Hmmmmm. Tough to choose. I really like "Acquired Taste" because it was the first really long fan fiction I wrote and finished. (At least, I think? I had a long Stargate fic back in the day but we don't speak of that) And I wrote it after a really long break from writing fic (years and years). It has a very special place in my heart.

Is it my best work, though? Mmm. Not sure. I'm also pretty fond of "Ships That Pass in the Night," my longest work. I put my heart and soul into it and got so many comments/interactions, and it has a lot of happy memories.

I also really like some super short stories of mine, though. This one is 613 words long but I feel like it says everything my longer stories on Julinemo do. I also loved writing Support Conversations for Fire Emblem which force you to tell as much as you can in such an incredibly short format. (GBA-era Fire Emblem) I am so proud of those, they pushed me a lot as a writer.

I also like the fics I've done that are mostly genfic, because again, they involved trying something new. They tend to be my least popular 'cause ships reign supreme I guess. That's fine though, that's just the way fic writing goes.

#tag games #fanfic #just fanfic things #guys I did so good I could have went on and on about my weaknesses but I didn't #trying to have a healthier outlook yo

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em-scully · 7 years ago

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I have a prompt if you could write it? When Scully takes Mulder back to his apartment in Three Words, her pregnancy hormones get the better of her and she ends up losing her shit with him acting like a man child, and is offended that Mulder doesn't know the baby is his.

I’m only doing mini fics right now Anon, I hope this is okay!

Mulder closed the heavy wooden door behind him and craned his neck to watch Scully stomp down the stone hallway and into the bathroom. He knew the slam of the door was coming but it still made him jump. He took off his shoes and tucked them neatly next to the door then hung his coat in the hall closet. He meandered the spacious house, touched what Scully called “art” and decided to boil some water for tea. Yeah, Scully liked tea and he hoped he could pacify whatever was eating at her. He leaned against the counter and watched the kettle.

It had only been three days since Scully told him she was pregnant. He hadn’t said much, he didn’t know what to say. Hell, he still didn’t. Pregnant? At their age? Scully was beautiful, a shining example of a woman in her mid 50’s who looked nearly a decade younger and had the stamina of a 20 year old. But pregnant? The whole William/Jackson thing had him spooked. What if? That’s what he had said to Scully in the car. “What if it’s not mine?” He asked her as he gripped the steering wheel, glancing over at his partner, watching her small body coil like a viper. Shit.

As if on cue the door slammed open and Scully, clad in a mint green robe stalked into the kitchen. “What are you doing?” She snapped.

“Making some tea. Would you like some?”

“That’s not what I mean, Mulder!” She crossed her arms and stared into his soul.

He felt his stomach clench. Jesus he loved this woman, but she was terrifying. “I uh, what do you mean? What am I doing?”

“To me, Mulder! What are you doing to me?” She threw her arms up like an Italian grandmother. Her face blotched red and he saw the telltale tremble of her chin.

“I’m not doing anything to you, Scully, what? What do you mean?” He took a step forward and stopped when she held her hands up.

“What if this baby isn’t yours?” She whispered, her voice wavered slightly.

Mulder dropped his head and retreated to the screaming kettle. “Tea?” He asked weakly.

“Mulder.” Her voice was stronger and her arms were crossed again.

“I’m just afraid” he admitted with some defeat. He wasn’t able to meet her eyes and he slid onto a barstool and fiddled with his watch.

“You’re afraid? You’re afraid? Jesus, Mulder, really? What do you think I am?” She slapped his hands, “look at me! Do I look okay? Does this look like the face of a person who is confident in this sort of a situation? I’m fucking terrified!” Her tears betrayed her and raced down her face. She wiped her cheeks furiously. “I’m afraid,” Her voice rose around him like steam and he felt himself melt.

“Scully, I know you’re afraid, but, you know, it’s obvious that the baby is yours. It’s in your body. What if? I mean, they are capable of anything. I just can’t go through this again, I can’t lose you, I can’t lose our child.”

“It’s yours. Mulder, I feel it in my bones, this child is a product of you and me. Nothing more, nothing less. Please believe me. Try to believe me. I need you to. I can’t do this… I can’t do this with out you.” She folded herself into a chair at the dining room table and pushed her hair out of her face then stared at Mulder.

“You won’t do this alone. And I do believe you, Scully.” He walked over and pulled her up and into his arms. “We can do this,” he whispered into her hair.

#the x files #x files #fan fiction #the x files fan fiction #xfff #xf fan fiction #Mulder #Scully #msr #the x files season 11 #em scully fan fic #anon #ficlet #also I realize that I didn’t use the prompt exactly and set this is season 11 #sorry!!!#I’m sorry anon!#I got excited and just wrote

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scullysexual · 3 years ago

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31 Days of Fictober (13/31)

autumn prompts | emily au | second person mulder pov | g | wc; 388 | ao3 | fictober day 13 |

@today-in-fic @xffictober2021

Sorry if this one is a bit meh. I wrote it when I was tired and had a head ache.

Mommy's Magic Healing Kisses.

Prompt: “Did you cut yourself carving a pumpkin? Let me see it.”

Pumpkin carving turned out to be more difficult than you first thought. First, you curse Scully for not having decently sharpened knives. Then, you curse the knife itself when your right hand catches on the blade you hold in your left.

Emily’s eyes widen as you yell a stream of expletives, stare locked on your bleeding hand.

“Em, get me a towel,” you say through clenched teeth.

You try to stop the flow with your other hand while the child runs to get you a cloth. When she returns, she seems to have been replaced by a miniature Scully.

“You need it run it under water and hold it above your head,” the child instructs.

You do exactly that, shutting your eyes against the pain and mess.

“Does it hurt?” Emily is asking.

You open your eyes to see the look of concern on the girl’s face.

“Not really.” The pain had turned into a dull ache. “Just not a fan of blood.”

“Oh,” says Emily dully. “Mommy said as much.” Her eyes widen then as if being struck with a life-changing idea.

“Maybe we should call her!” She makes a beeline for the phone.

“No,” you call gently behind her. “She’ll be home soon. It’s just a scratch.”

Scully was home soon and it didn’t take Emily long to tell her of the accident.

“Did you cut your hand carving a pumpkin?” You swear you can hear laughter in her voice.

“Because of your knife,” you say.

She laughs. “Or the hand holding it.” She makes her way toward you. “Let’s see it.”

You hold out your makeshift bandaged hand for her inspection.

“It’s not too bad,” she says.

“You should kiss it better like you do my scratches,” suggests Emily. “Mommy’s Magic Healing Kisses,” she informs you.

You laugh, noted, and cock an eyebrow tempting her.

Scully humours you, eyes still glistening with laughter. She bows her head and kisses your hand, lips lingering on the wound longer than you expected. It causes your smile to fall and you to gulp. Her eyes lock with yours, she knows what she’s doing.

“Better?” asks Emily, none the wiser to what has just transpired between the adults.

“Uh…yeah,” you answer after searching for your voice.

You had to admit there was some truth to Mommy’s Magic Healing Kisses.

#the x-files #the x files #txf fic #xfiles fanfiction #prompt list #autumn prompts #emily au #emily lives #second person pov #g #fictober21 #fictober day 13 #scullysexualwrites #2ndpmp

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nepf-ufrj · 2 years ago

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Interview with Moonbeam Predilections, the creator of The Fanfiction Terminology.

Moonbeam Predilections is an important figure in the fanfiction community, she has participated in the trajectory of fanfiction since the 90's, when fanfic left the paper and started to show its presence on the internet. She was the creator of Fanfiction Terminology, a glossary of terminology from the fanfiction community that many new fans, and even veterans of this world, turn to when they need to. It is free for use in research and studies. NEPF interviewed her about her history with fanfic and what are the important aspects to consider when defining fanfiction.

Glossary is available at the end of the post.

Versão em Português aqui!

#1 - How did you first get into the world of fanfic?

My very first fandom was The X-Files. I had been an avid fan of the show since the premiere in 1993, faithfully watching it every Friday night. I did not know it at the time, but I was also faithfully shipping Mulder/Scully as well. In 1995, my father got the internet hooked up to our family computer. I had nearly always had a computer in the house as my father used them for work, so immediately dived into stumbling my way around the dial-up modem. My first three days online were spent in a chat room - where I promptly got involved in my first wank session, ha! - before someone mentioned The X-Files mailing list. This of course peaked my interest and so I typed in the DOS commands (it would be a few weeks before we'd get our first graphic user interface internet browser, Netscape being quite new at the time) to check it out.

At first I only read stories. After a bit, I started commenting back to the authors. I made friends. Eventually I tried writing my own story. It was 1996, I was a teenager. I, of course, wrote a Mary Sue fic. One of my new friends offered to beta-read and post the story for me to the mailing list. That friend was already what we'd call an 'old timer' today. She'd been active in fandoms since the 1970s and knew what she was doing. But she took the time to patiently usher in a young newbie. Within a few months, I was posting on my own (and had thankfully moved on from the Mary Sue fic) and getting my own feedback. It was amazing and wonderful!

After a few more months and reading a few crossovers, I started looking for other fandoms of TV shows I enjoyed watching. Gargoyles, Forever Knight, Highlander, seaQuest, Kung Fu: The Legend Continues, and The Sentinel all had thriving fandoms that caught my attention. It was The Sentinel that was my introduction to slash fic though, and I adored it! TS remains one of my most read fandoms, with me seeking out or returning to read about Jim and Blair over and over again.

That first friend who ushered teenage me into fandom? She's still my friend today. We've never met in person (I'm Canadian and she's Australian) and we've lost contact for years at times until rediscovering each other as our fandom paths recross, but our friendship is still strong. It's my longest relationship outside of family. We don't currently share any fandoms at the moment, but that doesn't matter. We still talk about fandom, still recommend fics to each other, and still offer to beta for each other. Fanfiction was, is, and will likely always be a huge part of my daily life and I am very thankful for it.

#2 - From your perspective, what is the definition of the term fanfiction? For example, must fanfiction be written only by a fan, or can a critic also write it?

Fanfiction is a new transformative written work that is derived from an original canon source, such as a television show, book, or real life. It is based on the characters, concepts, and worldbuilding of the original canon source, but tells a different new story all its own. It does not effect the original canon source, but develops and grows into something unique from that base.

While we refer to the term Fanfiction to mean fan created fiction, and many of us who partake in it will call ourselves fans of the canon source, to be a fan does not mean blind acceptance. Indeed, many fanworks are about "fixing" things that occurred in canon that we find issues with. So yes, a critic can absolutely write fanfiction. A critic after all must care enough about the canon source in the first place to be critical of it, so aren't they also technically a fan?

#3 - Are the countless renditions and continuations of something like "Sherlock Holmes" or "The Iliad" considered fanfictions? Why or why not?

Yes, absolutely! There are probably very few truly original stories out there. Most of humanity's ideas are based on previous stories, changed and adapted through the tellings. Religious texts, mythologies, great classics like Shakespeare work their way into the collective unconscious of society and form the basis of our culture. Almost everything could be described as fanfiction of a previous story, if looked at from a certain perspective. The difference is purely scope. Time and how culturally influential the story was.

#4 - Must fanfiction be non-profitable? Why or why not?

Yes and no. It depends on who is writing it, to be honest. An ordinary woman writing on her computer about her favourite characters for pleasure? God, don't dare try to ask for money or you'll be sued into bankruptcy. Even without actively seeking monetary gain, us normal folk always run the risk of getting on the bad side of some disgruntled creator or copyright holder. And most of us can't afford the lawyers to defend ourselves. Declaring all fanworks as non-profit is often necessary just for the safety and survival of fandom as a whole.

But if a professional or famous person decides to create something like fanfic, a new twist to an old story? No problem, they can even publish to make a fortune! In fact, most do! Have you looked at many movies today? Basically all reboots and remakes... essentially fanfiction. But because they are professionally created, they are culturally acceptable and thus not defined as fanfiction. Even when the writing is terrible in comparison, *who* writes it is what gives it legitimacy.

#5 - What was your motivation to create "Fanfiction Terminology"?

In the beginning, my website was just my posted stories. Then I added in other pages like archive recs and story recs, whereupon I started getting questions from readers about what the words I used meant. So I made a basic glossary, just a few terms simply defined. The questions continued, even increased in number until they came regularly. (It helps that my site pops up quickly in Google Search results.) It was kind of organic the way the Fanfiction Terminology page grew as it did, not so much deliberately designed. Bit by bit, one suggestion or question at a time, dozens more terms got added or edited until I just sought out any missed terms myself to try and cover everything I could think of. By the early 2010s or so, it was fairly complete. Only a handful of new terms have been added in the last few years, and those mostly are newly evolved terms that simply didn't exist ten years ago.

#6 - Why do you believe there is such big prejudice against fanfiction?

Two reasons come to mind, in my opinion. One, the mainstream view people have that fanfiction is only badly written amateurish porn, unaware or uncaring of all the amazing other genres and works that exist. And two, that fandom is predominantly a past time of the female persuasion, and thus not as worthwhile as works created by the male-dominated spheres of Hollywood or the traditional publishing industry - much like, for example, how romance novels like Harlequins are viewed with less prestige than other genres even though many are as or more deeply researched and well written as their more macho competition.

How or if we can ever counter either of these misconceptions, I don't know. But I doubt we'll ever escape the prejudice against us until we do. Luckily, even the most cursory exploration into most fandoms reveals the true richness and depth we offer and for those willing to try can make all the difference.

#7 - What platforms do you use to read fanfiction? From your time in the community, what changes and what migrations have you witnessed from one platform to another (for example: after the tumblr guidelines revision)?

I mainly read on AO3 (Archive of Our Own) these days, because there aren't many other sources left. I'm an old timer and have seen many migrations as fandom evolves, sites dissolve, and time passes.

When I first started out in the early 1990s, I read and posted fanfiction on mailing lists, which were essentially just group emails for distribuition. Eventually, enterprising fans collated the works on those lists into fandom-specific archives like Gossamer (The X-Files) or multifandom archives like Fanfiction.net. Some were curated archives managed by owners or moderators, whose rules could change (like FFN banning explicit works), others became automated to allow writers to post directly to the archives themselves.

Then came the trend of every author making their own home website. Sites would link in 'webrings' to make finding them easier. Many sites were made on free hosts like Geocities (or myself on Angelfire, heh), which was great until Geocities was abruptly closed down. That led to massive deletions and loss of works. The Wayback Machine on the Internet Archive was crucial for record keeping of many old and lost stories, but even it couldn't capture everything. Crossposting across multiple platforms also ensured survival and quickly became the norm.

Then came the rise of the blogs like Livejournal in the early 2000s. Livejournal dominated fandom for probably 10 years or more, full communities developed everywhere within it. Crossposting to fandom archives still occurred, but the fans themselves had never before interacted so closely between author and reader as they did in the comment-focused blog format of LJ. The fandoms thrived! Then inevitably, the platform went through challenges (Strikethrough, 2007) and was sold to new owners. Fandom was driven away. But from LJ's free source code emerged Dreamwidth and other clones, safe haven for fandom to retreat to. Until finally some smart people said the heck with it, why should we live at their whims? Let's make our own space! And voila, the birth of AO3.

It took time to grow into the powerhouse it is today. Other platforms came and went. Some fans tried Tumblr after LJ, only to get censored. Others tried sites like Wattpad, which try to make money off them. Those of us who used Delicious bookmarks scrambled to move our thousands and thousands of recs in the Great Delicious Migration of 2011, with many finding a home among the then tiny Pinboard when its owner explicitly welcomed us. (I have huge respect for Maciej Ceglowski, who invited us to tell him what features we of fandom wanted most, watched us in awe as we collectively created the color-coded and indexed monster Google-document of DOOOM! in two days, and then actually did his best to accommodate our fanfic-based needs. Pinboard is still my preferred fandom resource for new story recommendations.)

#8 - Do you consider fanfiction literature? Why or why not?

This is the librarian in me answering this one, because the term literature actually has a very specific meaning that in fact very few fiction works ever fall into. Literature is a written work with such profound themes that it remains relevant for decades, centuries, or even millenia. There is a very big difference between literature and fiction. Most published books do not qualify. James Patterson, for example, while one of the most successful fiction authors in existence will never be considered close to literature. However, Harry Potter is already recognized as a classic and with its effect on culture may one day soon reach literature status.

Most fanfiction definitely does not. Not to say that some fanfic isn't as well written, or even better written, than some classic literature... but the quality of the rhetoric is not all that separates literary fiction from other genres, it's the universal exploration of the human condition. True literature is, as a librarian defines it, comparatively rare.

#9 - In your opinion, what are some of the qualities and flaws of the fanfiction/fandom community?

The sense of community itself is both its best quality and its biggest flaw.

By which I mean that fandoms can tend to be very insular. This is great, in that they foster strong relationships among members and with the canon source. We feel that sense of belonging to a fandom and rejoice in it. Participating by reading/writing fanfic just invests us deeper into the fandom community. We are not alone, but part of something wonderful. It's fulfilling and healthy, for some of us the best social interaction we'll ever need.

Unfortunately, that same membership in a fandom community can also lead to downfall. From factions dividing fans over pairings or other interests, the wank and flames, even to just overinvesting in something that'll eventually come to an end. How many fans do you know who picked their online pseudonym from a specific fandom? Tons, of course, but for how many is that name still relevant and not outdated? Far fewer. Some people need the validation of social approval, but there will always be those who disagree or just don't like you/your work. Criticism may be welcomed by some, but there are many others who find it hurtful and may lash out in return. What happens in fandom affects a person's real life because fandom is a, often very important, part of their reality. Good or bad.

#10 - How do you think fanfiction has affected popular culture and mainstream media throughout the years?

Honestly, I rather wish the two would stay farther away from fanfiction. Inevitably, even when the interaction is meant in good faith, pop culture and mainstream media only end up negatively portraying fanfiction and those of us in fandoms. We become a joke, a target, or viewed with disdain or disgust. ("Fifty Shades of Gray'', the terribly written bad Twilight fanfic that inexplicably attained world renown when its author stripped the names and published it, did fanfiction as a whole no favors. If anything, it has tainted us all under the same brush in the mainstream mind as nothing but amateur porn. Something we may not ever truly recover from.)

Mainstream media does not understand fandom or the passion of the people involved and so rarely knows how to respect us. Even when they try, inserting "fan service" moments into their media for the audience, most of the time it winds up being over the top mockery that makes me cringe. Nor is pop culture above exploiting fandom to make a profit. It's happened multiple times and always leaves the fans feeling used, uncredited, and disrespected while the Powers That Be get richer off of our ideas.

Fandom is a powerful force when it comes together. Fans mobilized toward a goal can absolutely affect the real world. We've brought back cancelled shows (the Serenity movie of the ignominiously cancelled Firefly tv series) , driven plot or character changes, and dragged obscure gems (like the original Star Trek) that would have been forgotten to time into the mainstream pop culture. But we rarely get respect for it. We are, after all, just crazy fans. And mostly female ones at that, which unfortunately in this patriarchal-based world makes our contributions worth less by default.

#11 - From plagiarism to original work, where do you believe fanfiction stands? Does the presence of Alternate Universes (AU) or OCs (original character) make fanfiction more of an original work than fanfiction itself? Where do you believe the line between the two is drawn?

I believe the defining characteristic separating fanfiction from an original work is the characters themselves. You can take a set of characters and drop them in even the most widely different AU, and as long as the characters stay in-character they will be recognizable and probably make for a great story. But if the characters are written such that they bear little resemblance to their origins? Then even the most recognizable environment will still feel like I might as well be reading original fiction. And if OCs are your preference, might as well try coming up with your own worldbuilding too as to avoid claims of laziness or plagiarism. The characters are the hardest part, they are what make or break the story.

FYI, this is not to say OCs have no place in fanfiction. Not true, some of the best stories have beautifully fleshed out original characters even in major protagonist roles. But the canon characters included need to remain in-character, no matter what. Out-of-character canon characters might as well be OCs, but are usually perceived as worse.

#12 - Lastly, what are your personal favourite fanfiction tropes or genres, and why?

Well, I describe myself as bifictional (gen, het, or slash!) and multifandomational (over 150+ fandoms) for a reason. I like a lot of things!

I love crossovers immensely, even when I don't know all the included fandoms, because they offer the best outside perspectives. I prefer angsty stories to funny ones, and slow burn novels to short oneshots. I adore realistic consequences in relationships (not everything need be Happily Ever After) and especially appreciate competency in characters (BAMFs are awesome!).

Lately I've quite enjoyed the trend of Omegaverse stories with Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics. I like the parallels to our patriarchal reality and the challenges to the status quo thereof. The best Omegas are the ones who don't submit or give in to be oppressed, who stand up for their rights. Women like us face many of the same challenges, so A/B/O stories often resonate deeply. (Slash pairings as a whole tend to be preferred because there are truly few well written non-caricature female characters in canon sources, making relatable het pairings more rare.)

Glossary:

Wank - repetitive online debates with no signs of consensus.

DOS - List of Microsoft DOS operating system commands.

Netscape - type of browser.

Mary Sue - perfect character, without flaws.

Slash fic - type of fanfic that contains a homosexual love relationship. The female version would be FemSlas.

Beta or Beta Reader - person who helps the fanfic writer by reading and correcting the text before it is posted.

Canon - everything that is present or established in the original content.

Fix it - fanfic tag that marks stories that contain an attempt to fix something that is considered 'wrong' in the original work. Example: death of a character.

Fanworks - Any and all transformative work done as an exploration of original content. Ex: fanfiction, fanvids, fanart and etc.

Mainstream - dominant trend or fashion.

Arlequins - any series of romantic novels of simple stories of straight couples.

AO3 (archive of our own) - non-profit open archive site for fanfiction and other fanworks, created in 2008 by the Organization of Transformative Works.

Gossamer - Better known as The Gossamer Project (The Web Project) was an archive group that, all combined, contained the vast majority of X-Files fanfics on the internet.

Multifandom - that is part of or contains several fandoms.

Fanfiction.net (FF) - The world's largest fanfiction archive site, created in 1998.

Webrings- search optimization tool, which organizes sites by theme, creating a circular interconnection structure between sites.

Geocities - site where The internet archive is located, created in 1996, and discontinued in 2009.

Wayback Machine - The Internet Archive's database that has archived over 613 billion web pages since 1996.

The Internet Archive - non-profit bookstore of thousands of books, movies, software, music, websites, etc.

Crossposting - the act of posting the same thing on different platforms to increase its visibility and avoid loss of content if an unexpected situation occurs on a site.

Live Journal - site where users can maintain a blog, journal or diary, and interact with other users. It was created in 1999 and was commonly used for fanfiction posting.

Τhe Strikethrough - An event that took place in 2007, when Live Journal deleted all user journals that contained words from an extensive list. Censorship was vast and deleted a lot of content for seemingly small reasons, such as containing the word “crime” in a story. This made many of its users look for a new platform to post their fanfics.

Dreamwidth - Online journaling service based on the original Live Journal service code, created in 2009 by former Live Journal employees and discontinued in 2011.

Wattpad - platform that allows sharing of stories, commonly used for fanfic posting.

Recs - abbreviation for the word “recommendations”.

Great Delicious Migration of 2011 - Delicious was a service that allowed you to bookmark, save and, above all, tag (mark with a certain word, a common way of organizing fanfiction) content in a completely controlled manner by users. After the company's purchase in 2011, users were hampered by the site's new reforms and rules, opting out of the site in a mass migration of sorts.

Pinboard - site that offered a service with the same concept as Delicious and charges around 25 dollars a year to the user.

Maciej Ceglowski - creator of Pinboard

DOOOM!, The Giant Reference Document of DOOM! - Multi-part document created by fans of the DOOM video game series, containing a glossary of references and terminology from the game world.

Fanservice - delivering something to fans in the original content, prioritizing only the fandom's will, regardless of whether such a thing fits where it’s inserted.

Powers that be - phrase used for individuals or groups that have power or authority in some way over something.

Alternate Universe - fanfic tag that marks stories that uses characters from an original content and places them in a world different from canon.

OC (original characters) - Original Characters is the fanfic tag that marks when there is an insertion of a new character that does not exist in canon.

Bifictional - word derived from the junction of the words bisexual and fanfiction. It means liking all sorts of romance categories in fanfic.

Gen - fanfic tag that marks a story that doesn't contain any kind of romance.

Het - fanfic tag that marks stories that contain heterosexual love relationships.

Slash - fanfic tag that marks stories that contain lgbt+ love relationships.

Crossover - fanfic tag that marks stories that contain the coincidence of characters and worlds from different original content.

Angst - Angst is the fanfic tag that marks stories that contain a theme of emotional or physical torment.

Slow Burn - fanfic tag that marks stories that contain canon characters who fall in love gradually and naturally, usually taking a long time to get together.

Oneshots - fanfic tag that marks stories written completely before posting, without prequels or sequels, and formatted in a single chapter.

Realistic Consequences on Relationships - fanfic tag that marks stories that show realistic consequences of canon characters' actions in a relationship.

Happily Ever After - better known today as Happy Ending, is the fanfic tag that marks stories with a happy or satisfying ending.

BAMF - short for Bad Ass Mother Fucker is the fanfic tag that marks stories that contain a character who is particularly impressive, usually smart and difficult to defeat.

Omegaverse or/and Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics - fanfic tag that marks stories that contain the dynamic where characters can be Alphas (dominant, authoritarian and respected people), Betas (ordinary people, usually common workers) or Omegas (submissive people, minorities and inferior). The tag is commonly used as an allegory for today's society, but mirrored in the werewolf community.

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lilydalexf · 4 years ago

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Old School X is a project interviewing X-Files fanfic authors who were posting fic during the original run of the show. New interviews are posted every Tuesday.

Interview with Marasmus

Marasmus only has a handful of fics left at Gossamer, but you can find more X-Files fics at AO3 (as finisterre). Some of my favorites of her stories I've recced here before, including one of the most clever fics you could read, Cellphone (here at AO3), and the lovely, London-set A Candle for Katherine (here at AO3, bonus commentary at LJ). Big thanks to Marasmus for doing this interview.

Does it surprise you that people are still interested in reading your X-Files fanfics and others that were posted during the original run of the show (1993-2002)?

Mine, yes, older XF in general, no — some of that stuff is amazing. Though I wonder how well fandom operates now there is not a plethora of rec sites. I know of yours and one more Tumblr blog and that’s it. I find it really difficult to find good stories in any fandom unless someone whose taste maps to mine recommends something.

What do you think of when you think about your X-Files fandom experience? What did you take away from it?

I look back on it fondly, but it was one of the first things that really hammered it home to me that every grouping throughout life follows the pattern of school.

A lot of people are really talented and funny and kind. Then there are absolute ego-rampaging nightmares who act like lady bountiful in public but do cruel things in private, or chuck their toys out of the pram at the least provocation.

And like school, fandom brings together a disparate group of people who you’re friendly with, but once you leave, the ones you stay in touch with are your friends.

Social media didn't really exist during the show's original run. How were you most involved with the X-Files online (atxc, message board, email mailing list, etc.)?

Thank God.

I watched the show pre-widespread internet and mostly when I had almost no money. I didn’t have regular internet access until the third season, and that was only at my incredibly conservative workplace. I didn’t get home internet access until midway through season six. You couldn’t download episodes easily, you couldn’t stream, you just had to wait until it aired overseas. I decided I didn’t care if I was spoiled and that worked for me. In fact for some particularly annoying episodes, I was glad.

I was a newsgroup and mailing list sort of person. Never really did message boards unless a newsgroup counts, though I had a Haven account.

What did you take away from your experience with X-Files fic or with the fandom in general?

Mostly, how talented people are. I know some are now professional writers, but so many people who didn’t do it as anything but a hobby were also amazing.

What was it that got you hooked on the X-Files as a show?

I always liked science fiction, oddness and urban legends, so it was kind of made for me. But it was the relationship between Mulder and Scully that kept me around, and after season six, it was the fandom that kept me around. I loved Scully in particular, cos let’s be honest, Mulder can be kind of a twerp at times.

What got you involved with X-Files fanfic?

I hung out on alt.tv.xfiles.analysis (a newsgroup), which was one of the smartest boards I’ve ever been on. The threads were full of well-read, erudite people. That led to a site which collated reviews of XF episodes. They mentioned alt.tv.xfiles.creative, and I got there the summer after Gethsemane, which was pretty optimal timing.

I’d take floppy disks into conservative workplace and quietly download the most gloriously filthy fanfic onto them for reading at home on my ancient second-hand Mac.

After that I joined Scullyfic, a mailing list, which was a lovely place to hang out for a while, and got stories through a couple of other mailing lists.

What is your relationship like now to X-Files fandom?

Like my relationship to ice hockey: glad that activity exists and that some people enjoy it, but not watching and not involved myself.

Were you involved with any fandoms after the X-Files? If so, what was it like compared to X-Files?

Reading, yes, and writing the odd bit of feedback, but any other fandom involvement didn’t really take. I’ve never found a bunch of people I liked as well as I liked some of the people in XF.

Who are some of your favorite fictional characters? Why?

I am usually more interested in female characters than male ones (the Doctor, Mulder and Jack O’Neill notwithstanding), which is why I only read a bit of m/m slash. I usually develop a perverse dislike for any woobie the fandom loves.

Some favourites are: Samantha Carter and Jack O’Neill, Granny Weatherwax, Furiosa, everyone from The Good Place, Donna Noble, Sarah Jane Smith, Martha Jones and Yasmin Khan, Maia from The Goblin Emperor, Cordelia Naismith and Miles Vorkosigan, General Leia Organa, Rey and Finn, and lately all of The Old Guard, even Booker...

I like nerds, pining, best friends discovering feelings for each other, second chances, redemption narratives, people being sneaky for good ends and stoics who stay stoic through all kinds of misery, only to crack and start crying when they get a happy ending.

Basically, you know Eleanor at the end of the Emma Thompson Sense and Sensibility? That.

Do you ever still watch The X-Files or think about Mulder and Scully?

No. I had about four years there where I made up stories about Mulder and Scully on any commute where I’d forgotten a book, but that’s gone now. I watched two episodes of the revival, but it wasn’t for me.

Do you ever still read X-Files fic? Fic in another fandom?

I occasionally wander in and read a bit on AO3, but nothing that deals with anything past season seven. Not interested in William, not interested in domestic fiction, not even interested in post-col any more, which was 100% my crack during XF fandom days. I did read By the Dim and Flaring Lamps [Lilydale note: by @sunflowerseedsandscience] earlier this year. Love a bit of AU historical.

I read lots of different fandoms, though I am between intense enthusiasms at the moment, which always feels a bit odd.

Do you have any favorite X-Files fanfic stories or authors?

Yes, but they’re all about 20 years old. Is there such a thing as fandom classics any more? There used to be a litany of stories that ‘everyone should read’. I wonder how well they hold up now.

I think there are waves of writers who come into a fandom and then leave again: I think I was part of a second wave, with the first wave being Mustang Sally, RivkaT, Karen Rasch, Lydia Bower, Nascent etc.

Then there must’ve been a third wave for the revival (and mini-waves in between). I don’t know that group of writers, so I am probably leaving out people who are really good.

One of my favourite Scully voices is Five Years and One Night [Lilydale note: by Shalimar], because of the contrast between her inner monologue as written and how little she actually says.

I really like quieter, thoughtful authors like Michelle Kiefer, Cecily Sasserbaum, Scullysfan, Cofax, Anjou, Maria Nicole, Kipler. Love everything Kel ever wrote.

At one point there were also about three authors called Rachel who were knockout. I like to think Rachel Howard is writing professionally because it’s a waste of talent if she’s not. Rachel Anton had a crazy gift for pacing and wrote a good Krycek.

I really liked Branwell’s strange AU novels, which riff off The Field Where I Died (a wretched episode but so much good writing came from it.) [Lilydale note: Condemned to Repeat It by Branwell is a really long story involving The Field Where I Died.]

Everyone who is reccing other people’s stuff here is also a good writer. (and their taste in recs is — mostly — excellent): http://www.thebasementoffice.com/museaxfnet/museans/TitlesAF.html

What is your favorite of your own fics, X-Files and/or otherwise?

I like The Flexible Concept of Tomorrow. I loved trying to work out the timelines. I like the one about airships and cross-dressing which only exists on my iPhone and in my imagination right now.

Do you think you'll ever write another X-Files story? Or dust off and post an oldie that for whatever reason never made it online?

Only an AU, if ever. I am completely at sea with canon.

Do you still write fic now? Or other creative work?

In my head. Mostly AUs. Everyone has daemons! It’s an airship! They’re exploring space! It’s mediaeval Slovenia!

Most of my creativity is sucked away by work. Which is good I suppose, as writing fanfic never paid my Netflix subscription.

Where do you get ideas for stories?

Reading long-form journalism and non-fiction books.

What's the story behind your pen name?

Well, I changed mine. The first one was picked out of a magazine article about Branwell Bronte, and I liked the shape of the word. Then I got to feel uncomfortable with it because it was a real illness that made people suffer. The current one comes from the shipping forecast when I was a kid.

Do your friends and family know about your fic and, if so, what have been their reactions?

No, and also absolutely not. Over my dead body. Over YOUR dead body.

Is there a place online (tumblr, twitter, AO3, etc.) where people can find you and/or your stories now?

I took my stories off Gossamer but I don’t remember why. They’re on AO3 now and there are probably stray copies on some archives out there.

Is there anything else you'd like to share with fans of X-Files fic?

I have made all of these mistakes. All of ‘em.

— On no account offer unsolicited concrit. In fact, do not provide concrit EVEN IF THE PERSON ASKS FOR IT, unless you know them reasonably well and it’s in private.

— Avoid the wank. If you have the perfect riposte to something awful, write it and file it to drafts for two days. If you still want to send it after that, godspeed.

— Write anything you want, and when you start keep going. You can edit later.

— Never put any story into the public sphere unless you’ve had a second pair of eyes on it, preferably the eyes of someone who is willing to say “are you SURE about that?”

Finally, just have fun. Being in the grip of love of story is a wonderful thing, and you never know how long it will last.

(Posted by Lilydale on September 29, 2020)

#new post #old school x #xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic #xf fanfic author interviews #marasmus #finisterre

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bevh78 · 4 years ago

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Help required for finding a fic. I don’t even know if it exists

Anyone know of a my struggle 1 fic where in the scene that svetta comes out of the unremarkable house scully believes that something happened between them. I know it’s way out there but maybe that would be the reasoning behind her season 11 bedroom talk of mulder finding someone younger to have a child with. If one doesn’t exist can a writer please write this. It came to me when I was watching a fan MSR music video on YouTube today please feel free to post on other sites and pages as well I really need this now it’s the only thing that makes any sense with her talk in season 11 and then maybe link it to end of my struggle 4 with baby news really appreciate any help

Also tag anyone I’ve missed please

Thanks everyone

@baronessblixen @frangipanidownunder @fragilevixenfic @serahsanguine @amorfati3215 @mustangsally78 @today-in-fic @allyinthekeyofx @msrafterdark @msrlibrary @alwaysforyouscully @barbarashershey @contrivedcoincidences6 @darkmagician42 @em-scully @foxanddanapetrie @gillianaofficial @gaycrouton @mldrgrl @markwatneyandenesemble @storybycorey @hurricanescully @just-fic-already @kateyes224 @kiwiphroot @kateyes224 @kyouryokusenshi @leiascully @lilydalexf @msrafterdark @msrlibrary @sure-fine-skullz @slippinmickeys @sarie-fairy @whats-a-mulder @wtfmulder @xfilesnews @xfrevivalfanfic

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jlf23tumble · 4 years ago

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I was tagged by @alienfuckeronmain for my ten fave ships, and boy howdy, it’s a tough one, given what I’ve read over the years!! I’ll leave RPF-related fic pairings out of this because I don’t need the indirecting, you cowards, but if we’re talking fictional pairing, let’s go!

1. Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuraykin, Man from UNCLE. My forever OTP, always in my heart, etc., don’t care if it’s a movie, a TV show, a book, a fic, a graphic novel, they’re the archetype of my fave personality combo (grumpy stoic meets charismatic charmer cum quasi-himb, enemies to friends to pining to lovers), and I cherish them always.

2. Finn/Poe Dameron, Star Wars. This is a tough one because I feel like the pairing morphed in the last few years into something I don’t love (please no Reylo on the side, please no racial fetishizing), but I always have a soft spot for my original viewing in late 2015, all the fic that came in 2016, and all the interviews that followed.

3. Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji, The Untamed. ARCHETYPE FAVES, wow, talk about nailing the grump/charmer combo, and yes, yes, I’m only on the first third of this show, but I’m savoring it, and I’ve already read one fic I love, and I know I’m gonna DIE when I fully immerse myself, but goddd, this show, this pairing!!!

4. Fox Mulder/Dana Scully, The X Files. Shockingly enough, this pairing matches the style of my other faves, wow! These two have been an obsession from way back, but I’ve also read pretty much every other pairing they could match with on the show, I’m that into their respective strengths as characters.

5. Lightning McQueen/Doc Hudson, Cars. Yet again, ~evidence of my preferred type of dynamic, but honest to god, every fic Phoenix has written here really nails them in this beautifully specific way that I wish everyone would read and marvel at instead of [bitchy comment redacted].

6. Columbo/his unnamed husband, Columbo. This one’s a stretch only because I haven’t dived deep into ao3 yet, only tumblr (or rather, columblr), and my mind is blown by the head canon that all those times Columbo mentioned his wife (and we never saw her), he actually was talking about his husband, but yeah, as a character? He’s one of my faves, and i want to see him get some, don’t care how or who.

7. (tie) Han Solo/Luke Skywalker, Kirk/Spock, Star Wars and Star Trek, respectively. I’m just putting these together because I’m more of a casual fan on the fringes of these two ginormous fandoms, but I absolutely do read and love this pairings (usually current authors, but I’ve also peeped into--and loved--older works, they’re a comfy pair of slippers, the both of ‘em).

8. Every single pairing in Harry Potter. Look, I’m not proud of it, but in the pre-ao3 era, you had to subscribe to/enter all these specific fansites to read HP fic, and I absorbed it all, I literally couldn’t wait between books, so give me your drarry, your linny, your what-EVER, I probably read it, and jkr burned that entire world and fandom to the ground for me, but yeah, will read anything that pisses this author off forever more!

9. 10th Doctor/Rose and 10th Doctor/Jack, Doctor Who. Another one you had to creep into specific servers to find “back in the day,” but I was really into the whole David Tennant/Billie Piper situation (and let’s face it, David Tennant/John Barrrowman, too), which also played into the show fic, so this dips into my RPF ban from the intro, but still, there’s truly great fic in this fandom, all pairings.

10. I’m gonna cheat and leave this last one as a catch all because there are so many fics and fandoms that I’ll read and love only one fic in, and that’s valid, I only have two eyes. But maybe this is a future Joe/Nicky Old Guard zone, once I finally finish it beyond gifs (or a Witcher zone after I read the books). Or maybe once Phoenix sends me the Jake of State Farm Insurance fic--it can happen!!! (Oddly related, Star Trek: The Next Generation, god, I can’t even type up all the one-off pairings I’ve read/loved there.)

tl/dr, I’m so grateful to ao3 for making it a billion times easier to follow an author or pairing, to search tags, to find anything in ANY fandom, RPF or not, just because you saw a movie and thought, heyyyyy, what if?? God bless you! Gonna tag @lesbiancolumbo, @cowfemme, @houliwife, @lesbiancolumbo because I get the vibe you guys have some amazing combos, but if anyone else is keen, go for it!

#tag games #pairings #fanfiction

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frangipanidownunder · 8 years ago

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Revealing

Written for @lokisgame in response to an ask about how Scully managed to read fanfic on stake-outs as revealed in a previous story of mine. This is also my final entry to the dialogue only challenge for @txf-fic-chicks. You can read the companion pieces here: Tried and Tested “Scully, do you want coffee?”

“Real coffee or the granules of dirt that someone puts into the old Nescafe jar at the refreshment station?”

“I was just going to the photocopier, so dirt I guess…”

“Fine. Double dirt please. And Mulder, can you collect my expenses reports? They should all be printed by now.”

“One double dirt with no cream or sugar. One doubly dirty great pile of expenses reports. What are you claiming for here, Scully? Every single pair of hose you’ve ripped in the line of duty, receipts for every lettuce leaf and carrot strip that comprise what you allegedly call lunch, Steristrips for all my boo-boos?”

“Mulder, printing out the report for all your boo-boos would take all year and the paper stock required would decimate the world’s remaining rain forests. This, on the other hand, is a month’s worth of standard X-Files expenses, and if you bothered to do any of your paperwork, Mulder, you would know that.”

“Scully, you know how much I love it when you dot all the Is and cross all those Ts for the team. Your manual dexterity is far superior to mine and I know how much you thrive on logic, rationalism and scientific fact. Expenses reports are nothing if not factual.”

“Really, Mulder? When was the last time you actually read one of these things? This one contains so much of your particular brand of ‘I Want to Believe’ dreaming that I’m pretty certain I could put your name to it and Skinner wouldn’t bat an eyelid.”

“Except that he knows I don’t write them and that would raise suspicions.”

“Well, thanks for the dirt and thanks for the non-input into this magical report where the unicorn accountants will stamp their approval with their rainbow hoofs and get you off the hook from your ridiculous claims by sprinkling fairy dust over the facts. Again. I’ll catch you later, Mulder.”

“Stake-out tonight, Scully. Don’t forget. Wrap up warm, bring your own thermos of real coffee and some quality reading.”

“By quality, I presume you mean something without pictures, Mulder.”

“Ouch, Scully. There’s another boo-boo to add to my collection.”

“So, what are you reading, Mulder?”

“Oh, just some stuff I printed out earlier. You know.”

“No, I don’t know. What stuff?”

“Nothing that would interest you.”

“No? Try me. We’ve got all night.”

“You first. You’ve been engrossed in your medical journal for ages now. Just how much fun can the ‘American Journal of Pathology’ really be? Or is December the Christmas special? Do you get extras like ‘World’s Most Bizarre Autopsies’ or Cause of Death word searches or…”

“Mulder, I’m reading about cutting edge research and technology. That’s pretty absorbing.”

“But you’ve been shifting around in your seat like whatever you’re reading is making you…”

“Making me what, Mulder?”

“Nothing.”

“You still haven’t told me what you’re reading. There doesn’t seem to be any naked skin on the cover, so that’s an improvement.”

“Sometimes, covered skin can be just as sexy, Scully. Don’t you think?”

“I haven’t really given it much thought, Mulder.”

“Because you’re totally engrossed in the latest article on cell injury and repair?”

“Have you been reading this journal too, Mulder?”

“I might subscribe…”

“You subscribe to the AJP?”

“You sound sceptical, Scully.”

“Would you believe me if I said I subscribed to Aliens Today?”

“There is no such journal, Scully. But there is an Aliens Tomorrow. I’ll sign you up if you’re serious. If it means one less quirked brow or roll of the eyes before we go on our next case, it might be worth the $29.95.”

“Last of the big spenders, Mulder. I’m touched. Anyway, there’s no sign of our suspect, yet. Trail mix?”

“Will nobody think of the guinea pigs? Our suspect is probably headed to the Bahamas as we speak. How did we land this gig, Scully?”

“I’d like to think that sometimes Skinner advocates for our mental wellbeing by provisioning cases that are actually restful, in a bizarre kind of way. Just sitting in a car, the two of us, talking, reading a little. Not getting abducted.”

“So it’s like one of those team-building exercises where we’re supposed to communicate, discuss the minutiae of our days, really find out stuff about each other. Is that what you’re saying?”

“Maybe. What do you want to know about me, Mulder? Some secret you think I’ve been holding back?

“Have you been holding back, Scully?”

“Have you?”

“I asked first. I was just wondering if being totally honest with each other would actually be beneficial to our partnership. Workwise, that is.”

“Workwise…I see. And by total honesty, you mean like some kind of truth or dare.”

“If you choose to see it that way. I guess.”

“Mulder, I am always honest with you.”

“Really?”

“Now who’s being sceptical? Yes, I am honest with you.”

“But you see, I’m not sure you’re being totally honest, Scully.”

“Truth or dare, Mulder. Just ask the damned question.”

“Are you really reading an article on cell injury?”

“Dare.”

“Ooh, Scully. I dare you to strip naked and run up and down the street three times.”

“Mulder, aside from the fact that if I do that three times I’m not going to get back to car, I don’t think that we should jeopardise our stake out on a dare like that.”

“So you’ve already reneged on your first dare. Truth, Scully?”

“Ask another question.”

“No. I want you to answer my first question truthfully. Are you reading about cell injury?”

“No, Mulder. I’m not.”

“And…”

“And, it’s my turn to ask you a question. Truth or dare?”

“Scully.”

“Mulder, are you reading Celebrity Skin?” “No.”

“Are you reading something pornographic?”

“Define pornography.”

“I think you know the answer to that better than I do, Mulder.”

“Scully, pornography is usually a selfish perspective – a male perspective. There is an element of distance, where the female, usually, is seen as an object rather than a person, as opposed to...”

“What?”

“Erotica, where the parties involved are willing, consensual and equally fulfilled by the activities.”

“Erotica.”

“Erotica is often seen as a more female oriented genre. It has a softer image than pornography. It seems more acceptable, almost more intellectual, cerebral.”

“Is that right?”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Scully.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I found your stories.”

“My what?”

“In amongst your expenses reports. Your erotic stories…”

“They’re not mine.”

“Scully, if there is an agent at the FBI who read ‘Alien’ fan-fiction I think I would have sat with him in the cafeteria on my first day here. Come on. I know it’s you. As I said, there’s no shame. Ripley is a great female character. Why wouldn’t you want to read about her, her adventures, her love life?”

“That’s not what it’s like…I…Mulder, I’m so…I don’t know what to say…I’m embarrassed.”

“Scully, you should know by now that there should be no secrets between us. None.”

“This is hardly a secret. This is just a…”

“A peccadillo?”

“You make it sound sordid, when you put it that way.”

“Scully, there is nothing sordid about sex.”

“Says the man with an obscene Triple X bill. I can’t believe I left that story in the copier. Supposing someone else had got hold of it. How humiliating.”

“Scully, please don’t feel embarrassed. I copied the story. I read it. It was well written, the narrative was strong, the characterisation was spot on.”

“Mulder, it was smut.”

“Yet it was still literary. That’s a skill.”

“It is one of the better ones I’ve read.”

“And how long have you been addicted?”

“It’s not an addiction! It’s a way to…relax. It sort of turns my brain off. Allows me to chill out, forget about the day, the case, the office politics, whatever.”

“I understand, Scully. More than you could ever know.”

“I guess some people drink, some people eat Doritos, some people inject heroin. I read fan fiction. I confess. Do I need the 12 step program?” “I get it, Scully. I really do.”

“But this is me, Mulder. This is the Ice Queen. Mrs Spooky. The professional sceptic. The spy in your ointment. I write the reports, I do the paperwork, I dot the Is, cross the Ts. I am not supposed to have feelings, or emotions, or to do the wrong thing. That’s you. I’m the one who follows the rules. I don’t print out erotic fiction in the office. I don’t read it on stake-outs. What? What’s this?”

��My confession.”

“Your what? I don’t understand. What is this, Mulder?”

“This is what I’ve been reading.”

“Mulder, this is fan fiction. I’ve read this one. It’s widely held…”

“To be the best of its kind in the fandom. I know. It’s great. I’ve read it multiple times. It kills me every single time.” “Are you teasing me?”

“No! I love this shit. It’s the perfect way to escape our work. I mean, I know you think I go home and watch porn or I go swing a baseball bat or shoot some hoops, but you’ll find that I’m more likely to be eye-deep in fan fiction – Alien, Star Trek, Star Wars – have you read the Leia/Han stories? You’d love them.” “Mulder…”

“I know. It’s weird, isn’t it? Me and you. Sharing the same guilty pleasure. Are you crying, Scully?”

“No. Yes.”

“Scully, do you have any other kinks?”

“Mulder.”

“I’m serious. You keep me guessing. I love that about you.”

“Well, I do know how to tie more than one hundred different types of knot. Courtesy of my dad. Does that thrill you?”

“Depends where you’re tying ‘em.”

“And I know how to say fuck you in about twenty different languages. Courtesy of my sister.”

“That might come in useful one day. Any more?”

“I seem to be doing all the revealing here, Mulder. You’re not playing fair.”

“I don’t have any special skills. I’m completely boring. You now know everything about me. Fan fiction and all.”

“Mulder, do you ever wonder where we’ll end up? I mean we can’t spend the rest of our lives reading fan fic on stake outs or hunting ghosts and ghoulies. What do you want? Where do you see yourself in five, ten, twenty years? Do you want the house with the picket fence and the 2.5 kids, do you want to retire and do the UFO talk circuit? Do you ever think about the future?”

“I do.”

“And?”

“Scully…I think that’s our suspect.”

#txfficchallenges #my fanfiction #msr fanfic #dialogue only

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storybycorey · 8 years ago

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About me!

I’ve been tagged several times in the last few days, by several people! So I’m slapping ‘em all together into one gigantic “everything you always wanted to know about Corey but were afraid to ask” post!

Thanks to @jamofappreciation, @edierone, @m-alycin, @rosewater7, @puzzlingpeace, @cosmic-files-87 for the tags!

I’ll put it all under a cut so as not to overload your dash!

1. Longest time you lived in one place? I lived in Seattle for ten years.

2. How many siblings do you have? 2 younger sisters

3. Favourite quote from David Duchovny? I honestly don’t even know one quote from David!

4. What languages do you speak? English, minor French

5. Seaside or mountains? Seaside

6. 2 X-files episode where you think Gillian Anderson absolutely nailed it as Dana Scully. I think she nailed both versions of herself brilliantly in Bad Blood, and I also adore her in Beyond the Sea.

7. Name a charity you support? I will always support animal charities! Our family also sponsors a child from WorldVision.

8. Last movie you saw? Lego Batman

9. Are you subscribed to any news outlet? If you count my husband’s obsession with MSNBC, since that’s playing in the background 90% of the time he’s home.

10. Italian or French food? Italian

11. Favourite Gillian & David interview? Paley, although I do love me some Kimmel

1. Age you get mistaken for? It’s actually been a very long time since anyone guessed my age, although people do seem to think I’m younger than I am.

2. Do you drink? I actually detest the taste of alcohol, so I only drink with the intention of getting drunk (because otherwise, what’s the point?), which is not very often.

3. Something you’ll change? My current trying relationship with my oldest son, hopefully.

4. Random fact about yourself? I wrote a book about ten years ago

5. Have you ever written a fanfic or made any fan art? Of what? If you’re actually reading this, you probably already know I do both!

6. What kind of phone do you have? Iphone 7

7. Something you hate eating? I cannot do spicy, in even the slightest amount. Things other people don’t find spicy at all will burn the living hell out of my mouth.

8. What was your last dream about? The last one I remember is from several weeks ago, and it was a nightmare about something happening to my son.

9. The person you would never want to meet? There are honestly not that many people I WANT to meet, so that leaves a lot of people in this category!

10. Do you believe in aliens? I think there are probably forms of life somewhere besides Earth- how intelligent, I’m not sure.

11. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? I’d like to be less introverted, but that thought scares me!

1. Who is one of your Regrettable Celebrity Crushes? I honestly have only had a few celebrity crushes, and I regret none of them!

2. Does the state of your hair affect your mood? Oh, most definitely!

3. What is your opinion of pigs (the animal, not the derogatory slang term for police)? Not much of an opinion, although I hear they’re incredibly smart, which is interesting

4. Have you ever walked out of a movie in the theater, and if so what was it, and why? No, but my mother walks out on movies a lot, when there is bad language. I just pretend not to know her at those times!

5. What was your ninth-grade best friend like? Are you still friends or at least friendly with her or him? I don’t remember a lot of what she was like, although I do remember that she (and my two other good friends) moved away in tenth grade, and for about a year, my life was a living hell because I basically had no friends.

6. What’s the most shocking thing anyone’s ever said to you directly, or right in front of you? I worked for a while in a school for behavior-disordered teens, and at the time, I was just out of college and fairly naïve. I was called some of the most shocking, disgusting things I could ever have imagined by those students, and that was fairly par for the course in that school. Needless to say, it really was too much for me to handle, and I quit after about a year.

7. If you had to choose the universe of a TV series to live in (forever), which one would it be and why? The first thought that came to my mind was Glee, because I’d kind of love singing all the time, and maybe I could borrow some of Emma Pillsbury’s wardrobe.

8. How many of Margaret Atwood’s books have you read? None

9. Which summer was the greatest one of your life so far? Maybe the summer I got married?

10. What are you looking for or noticing when you spend time in a house you’ve never been in before? (e.g. a new friend’s house) I’m really into artsy decorating, so I definitely notice their decorating style.

11. Tell us a line from a fic that has stuck with you. I just read it today, and I’ve always loved this line from Karen Rasch’s “Three Words” series: “Can I kiss you, Mulder? Would you mind? I’ve wanted to for the longest time…”

1. Who is your biggest influence? Gillian Anderson- duh!

2. What’s your favorite comfort t.v. show? Project Runway

3. Funny shows or drama shows? I honestly watch very little TV, other than some reality TV, but when I do, I tend more toward intelligent comedy

4. Where do you feel the safest? I guess at home?

5. When was the last time you wrote a letter? To whom? Probably a thank you note/letter at Christmastime to one of my relatives.

6. If you had to dedicate a mural to someone, who would it be? I guess it depends on what the mural is of!

7. Describe your handwriting. :) Sort of a mash-up between cursive and manuscript. I’m fairly happy with it.

8. If you could suspend time for a year and live somewhere else where would it be? Maybe someplace really secluded, where I rarely ever see anyone else, and I’d spend my days writing and doing art.

9. If you could have another accent which one would it be? English/British, whatever the proper term is. But I also really like Indian accents.

10. What is your favorite article of clothing? Well, I’ve got a couple of dresses I feel I look smashing in, but for every day, I have a pair of ombre capris leggings that I adore.

11. What’s your phone’s lock screen?

#about me #I'm fascinating aren't I?#not

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em-scully · 7 years ago

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Why are people writing stuff like this? And other questions I get on my fic.

So, if you find me on AO3 you’ll notice that my fic is not pleasant. There is no fluff, very little romance and honestly, not a lot of happiness. My fic and writing outside of fan fiction is dramatic, angsty, sorrowful and sometimes very difficult in nature. I write this because it is cathartic. I write this for me. I write because I feel better after I do it.

I’m lucky to have readers who enjoy my style and who ask for specific topics that tend to be darker. Why? That’s their business, but maybe it’s cathartic for them as it is for me. A lot of times people won’t like it or enjoy it and will even question its validity in the fandom and otherwise. And you know what? THAT IS OKAY!

If you see something that doesn’t suit your needs to tastes, don’t read it. Move on. Lord knows I do it all the time.

To you weirdos in the shadows who feed on the pain and torment of others, I’m here for you. I’m with you. Bring on the angst!

Judge not.

#xfiles fanfic #fan fiction #why i write #personal #drama #angst #horror #sorrow #dana scully #the x files #fox mulder #em scully fan fic #the x files fan fiction #x files #x files fanfic #xf fanfic

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em-scully · 7 years ago

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Would you maybe write something after Scully's abduction where her and Mulder actually have a real conversation about their feelings for each other and the impact her abduction had on both of them? Please :)

Mulder spun his chair, his nervesgetting the best of him. It was 8:30 in the morning and Scully was due back towork, her first day back since her abduction. His stomach was in knots and hecouldn’t help but glancing at the closed door every few seconds. He tried toswallow the lump in his throat. Water, Ineed water. Before he could head out to the cooler in the hall the doorswung open. “Scully,” he stared at her blankly.

She walked into the officer anddraped her long coat over hair designated chair, “hi, Mulder.”

“Hi,” he couldn’t move his legs.She looked good. He had seen her only a few days ago at her apartment, she hadlooked tired and young without make up, her hair up in a ponytail and in jeans.Today she was regular Scully, perfectly coiffed and polished, as if she hadn’tmissed a beat.

She gave him a quizzical look andslid into her seat across from him as Mulder stood, half hunched and frozen inplace. “Are you okay, Mulder?”

“Am I? Okay. Yeah, yeah of course.”Suddenly his body responded and he thudded into his chair. “Are you okay?” Idiot.

“I’m fine. I told you. You don’thave to keep asking me,” her tone sounded harsh, but her face was soft andMulder smiled slightly. “Sorry,” she whispered quietly.

“It’s fine, Scully,” he shook hishead at his response. Everything isalways fine. “I just worry.”

“I know you do, and I thank you forit,” she looked a bit embarrassed but kept his gaze.

He felt like melting under her wetblues. The thought of never seeing her again seared through his brain and heheld his breath. She is right in front ofyou. She is here. He repeated the manta in his head as he filled his lungswith air. He broke the stare first and pushed some files around on his desk,“feel like working?”

“Yeah, I am. The more normal thebetter.”

“Well, I’m not sure you came to theright place for normal, Scully.”

She smirked, “you’re my normal,Mulder.”

Mulder felt the back of his neckgrow warm, “you’re mine too.” He watched her face flush and when she bit herlip he nearly cried. She is my normal.Mine.

She cleared her throat and sat upstraighter in her chair, “hey, Mulder?”

His head snapped up from his file,“yeah?”

“I heard you.”

“What?”

“When I was in the coma. I, uh, Iheard you. When you talked to me.”

“You did?”

She nodded, “yeah. I could hear everything,feel everything but I had no memory of how I got there, I didn’t know where Iwas. But your voice, you were like a light at the end of a dark tunnel. I knewthat if I stayed with your voice, if I followed it, I would be okay, and Iwas.” She looked down at her hands.

Mulder watched her for a moment,and then finally croaked, “I was terrified I had lost you, Scully.” She lookedup and met his gaze again; her eyes encouraged him. “I never felt fear likethat before. Not even…” his voice trailed off.

“Mulder?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, Scully.”

“Why would you say that?” Shelooked at him, her eyes boring into his and he had to look away. “Of course Iam going to thank you. Why wouldn’t I?”

“I didn’t do anything, I didn’treach you, didn’t find you.”

“But, I’m here. You didn’t give upon me.”

“I could never give up on you. AndI think I should be thanking you.”

“Why?” Her voice came out in awhisper.

“For coming back to me.”

Mulder jumped when Scully laughedand he suddenly felt silly and Scully realized her mistake. She stood suddenlyand came to his side of the desk and ran her hand lightly across his cheek.“Mulder?”

He looked up at her and took herhand that was on his shoulder, “yeah?”

Before she had a moment tosecond-guess herself, Scully bent down and kissed him. Her lips pressed intohis, lingered for a moment and then were gone. And as suddenly as she was thereshe was gone from his side and back in her chair. She pushed a stay lock ofhair behind her ear and reached for the file Mulder had been reading. He staredat her as she read. Her head cocked to the side and her nose wrinkled,“Mulder?”

“Yeah, Scully?” His voice soundedlike it belonged to someone else.

She tossed the file back on hisdesk, “don’t make it weird.”

He looked shocked then laughedquietly. Back to normal. The new normal.

#This is a one shot that I would love to expand on #one shot #unspoken feelings #the x files #fan fiction #em scully fan fic #I can do better #sorry

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em-scully · 7 years ago

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Chapter four of Separation

Tagging @frangipanidownunder for her prompt and @fictober @today-in-fic

“Post-col searching for William but instead of finding him, Mulder and Scully are separated and have to find each other too. Angst. Torture. The works.“

The first three chapters can be found on AO3: Here

4. Scream

Mulder woke up naked and cold. His head hurt and he could see a bright light above him without having to open his eyes. It didn’t give off any warmth and he knew instinctively that it wasn’t the sun. He wiggled his fingers and then his toes. He could move, barely. Then his hand pressed into the cold ground. It wasn’t the forest floor. It was cold and metallic. Oh fuck, no. He forced himself to open his eyes and was instantly blinded by the light above him. He groaned and rolled over, his face pressing against the cool floor. He opened his eyes again and blinked at the silver wall in front of him. The entire room was smooth metal. Mulder sat up slowly and put his head in his hands. He felt sick, nauseous and hot, and there was a weird taste in his mouth. He looked down at his chest, expecting to see lacerations and scars from experiments. But he looked normal. Suddenly his head snapped up and he looked around the room in a panic. Scully. He was alone. Scully was gone. The nausea intensified and he lay back down, curling around himself. I lost Scully.

XXX

Scully woke in the middle of the woods alone. The pain in her back and head had subsided but the vibration was back. She sat up gingerly and brushed some leaves from her hair. The sun was warm and she held her face up to it, trying to absorb what little energy she could. Mulder was gone. The bag was gone. There were no super soldiers chasing her. She felt a moment of relief but it was quickly replaced by deep anxiety. Where is Mulder? She forced horrible thoughts from her head as she pushed herself up and looked around. How long had she been running? And from which direction? Everything looked the same. She instinctively knew that staying in place was the wrong thing to do, so she headed in the direction she was facing and prayed it would lead to something, anything.

Scully didn’t know how long she has been walking but it was long enough that the sun was starting its decent and her mouth was parched. Nothing had changed around her and she feared she was trudging deeper into the forest, away from civilization or any sort of help. Away from Mulder. Damn him. She cursed him to herself. It really wasn’t his fault, who knew if she would be alive had she stayed home? Home. She doubted she had a home left. She pushed those thoughts from her mind too. She focused on walking, on heading towards some sort of destination. She rubbed at her neck and touched the tiny vibrations with the tips of her fingers. She knew she should have taken the chip out. She considered doing it in that moment but her lack of equipment was an obvious reason not to. In her fog of thoughts she didn’t recognize the road ahead of her, but a few moments later she was running. It wasn’t a road; it was a highway, and it was completely deserted. Cars blocked and lined the four lanes and Scully tentatively approached a small SUV on the shoulder. The body of a man was face down in front of the vehicle in a pool of congealed blood. She moved around the body and peered into the car. The keys were in it.

XXX

Mulder sat against the metal wall and shivered. He pushed his knees to his chest and tried to retain whatever body heat he had left. What the fuck are they doing? During his last abduction he couldn’t remember being left alone for this long, let alone untouched. But he had been sitting for hours. He got up and paced, ran his hands over the metallic walls looking for any sort of seam or door. It was a solid dome. His glanced at the blinding light above him that gave off no heat. He refused to become hopeless, but the naggings of fear prickled at his scalp. He was cold, uncomfortable and alone, but his fear for Scully was gut wrenching. She’s strong he reminded himself. She would fight, she always did. The memories of her running through the woods flashed through his mind. She was so fast; she had to have gotten away. Out of nowhere a piercing alarm split through the air in one continuous painful blast. It reverberated through his head and body and within seconds he was on the ground with his hands clasped over his ears. In minutes he was unconscious.

When Mulder woke up he was still naked, but no longer in the metallic dome. He was strapped to a table, something like a gurney; his body spread out and exposed. There were multiple lights above him, bight but not blinding, though his head throbbed and he had to close his eyes. His skin felt clammy and when he tried to move his hands he realized he couldn’t. He was paralyzed. His eyes opened and he tried to turn his head to look at his out stretched arms but a strap placed over his forehead held him in place. He strained his eyes down his body to look at his feet, but was only able to see down his chest. Somewhere behind him the unmistakable sound of a door sliding open jolted him out of his panic. “Who’s there?” He called out, not really expecting an answer but more afraid that he would actually get one. He got an answer; a shadow moved around him and Mulder tried to follow with his eyes but couldn’t track it. He listened to the tapping footsteps around him. He didn’t feel the needle slide into the flesh of his forearm, and once again, he was shrouded in the blackness of his unconsciousness.

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Scully drove in a delirium induced calm; she swerved around cars on the highway, adverting her eyes from the bodies that lay around them and within them. She stopped twice to siphon gas and to grab something to eat but had trouble choking anything down. She forced herself to drink water. She had no idea where she was going, only that she had to go west, west towards Montana, west to William.

Scully didn’t remember seeing the man before he walked out in front of her on a narrow back road. Her exhausted mind reacted too late and by the time she realized what was happening the man smashed into her speeding SUV, destroying the windshield and flipping up over top and slamming to the ground behind her. She jerked the wheel to the side and slammed the break peddle with both feet. The speed and sudden turn of the wheel sent the small SUV into a fishtail then rolled once, twice, and then a final time before coming to screeching halt of jagged metal. Scully never lost consciousness. She felt every jolt, slam and shatter of her body. When the car finally stopped moving and the engine choked and died, Scully finally let out a breath she felt like she had been holding for hours. She hung upside down, attached by her seatbelt that cut into her belly and chest. She unclipped it and slammed into the ceiling of the car, letting out an involuntary yelp that manifested into a groan as her body protested. She twisted off of her back and onto her hands and knees, wincing as the shattered and pebbled glass dug into her body. She gingerly pushed herself through the destroyed windshield and half fell onto the cement road. She pushed herself up and sat on her knees for a few moments trying to regulate her breathing. Blood trickled down her face from a gash on her head. Her back burned but she didn’t have the courage to reach around and find out why. A deep moan pulled Scully out of her daze and she suddenly remembered the man she had hit. In a flash she was on her feet, but just as she was about to run towards him, three other men rushed out of the woods to his aid. Scully crouched behind the mangled car.

“Fuck, Jesus Christ, Joe, you okay?” One man called as he nudged the injured man with his boot.

“Aw man, look at his head, there is no coming back from that.” Another man added. The injured man groaned then coughed, it was wet and Scully knew it was blood.

“I’ll do it.” One of the voices said. And then there was an explosion of a gunshot that echoed around them. Scully gasped and covered her mouth as the dying man’s moans ceased.

“Go see if anyone made it in that car.”

Fuck. Scully looked around her and decided her best bet was to run into the woods. Heavy footsteps were moving closer to her and she jumped up, ignoring the burning in her hip and stabbing pain in her back. She ran as fast as she could. Which wasn’t fast enough.

“Hey! Stop!” A deep voice called from behind her and the pounding of heavy boots grew closer. Scully didn’t turn to look at the men chasing her she just pushed forward, but after a few strides she once again found herself face down on the forest floor. This time, it was human men, not super soldiers that held her down. Rough hands grabbed her waist and flipped her over on her back, she held back a cry as her spine protested and sent shocks up and down her body. “Well, well, well, look what we got here, boys.” Three men of un-extraordinary looks peered down at her. Scully writhed and kicked at them, unwilling to go down without a fight, unwilling to go down at all.

“Hey baby, calm down, we’re not going to hurt you.” A callused hand rubbed her bruised face and pushed the hair off of her sticky forehead as another man held down her arms and the third sat on her legs.

“Get the fuck off of me!” She yelled and bucked her body up trying to wrench her way free. It was futile. The men were not in the best of shape and seemed kind of scrawny to Scully, but three of them against her was no match.

“Ohh, feisty little thing.” One of the men laughed and pressed his weight into her stomach and peered into her face. His breath was hot and smelled of stale cigarettes and beer. “You killed our friend, did you know that?”

Scully’s eyes blazed and she stared at him. “You killed him, you shot him.”

“You hit him, lady. How fast were you fucking going? That’s dangerous.” The trio laughed and Scully felt her gut clench. This is not good.

“You can make it up to us….”

“The world is gone, ain’t no one here gunna help you.”

A snort and a throaty laughed echoed around them, “fuck, man, we can repopulate the world!”

“You wanna help us repopulate the word, little momma?”

A hand moved to the waist of her slacks and slipped down, fingers pressing into her pubic hair. Out of options, Scully screamed.

#em scully fan fic #work in progress #fictober #The X Files #The X Files Fan Fiction #x files fanfic #x files fan fiction #xf fanfic #xfff #Dana Scully #fox mulder #angsty #angst fest #torture #possible triggers #post col #finding william

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em-scully · 7 years ago

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Chapter 5 of SEPARATION

Tumblr prompt from frangipanidownunder: Post-col searching for William but instead of finding him, Mulder and Scully are separated and have to find each other too. Angst. Torture. The works.

Tagging: @fictober @always-angst @today-in-fic

Chapters 1-4 can be found on A03 here.

5: Touched

When he woke up Mulder didn’t have to look down at his body to know that he had, once again, been experimented on. He could feel every slice, puncture and tube sticking out of his body. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway; he couldn’t open his eyes. His skin burned even though he wasn’t able to move. He felt everything, the air moving raggedly in and out of his chest, his heart beating wildly and his pulse drumming in his ears. But he couldn’t move. He thought back to stories he had heard about patients waking up in the middle of surgery, able to feel everything being done to them but unable to cry out, to move or protest. Mulder tried to yell out, but nothing happened, he wasn’t sure if his mouth even opened. Scully. As always, she pushed past the pain and burrowed into his mind. No matter what he felt, his fear and terror that he felt for what was happening to Scully was stronger, more painful and never ending.

XXX

Scully shivered even though she sat next to a fire. The three men hadn’t raped her, yet. They toyed with her for most of the day as they moved deeper into the forest. As night fell they tied her wrists together and when she tried to escape, they tied her ankles. Her hip and thigh throbbed, and she could see where her skin was bubbled and peeling under her melted slacks. The green putrid acid blood of the super solider was searing into her skin even hours after it had touched her. She tried to ignore it, but that left her to focus on the constant vibration in the back of her neck. She was sure that the chip was related to the soldiers and she knew that another attack, while she was tied up, was certain death. She pulled her knees to her chest and laid her forehead on her knees. Her hair, snarled and filled with plant matter was like a shroud around her. The men sat around the fire, their elementary conversation droning in her ears, their eyes constantly boring into her.

Leaves rustled and she felt a hand run up her back, under her silk shirt. She jerked and lifted her head, her eyes blazing. “How ya doin’, momma?” The largest of the men snorted and spit into the fire before placing his hand under her shirt again. Scully had learned that his name was Jay and while he was big and could easily overpower her, he was slow and clumsy. She decided that if she were to get out of her situation it would be because she would elude Jay. She hoped.

“Don’t touch me,” Scully sneered and turned her face away from him, her pupils retracting as she stared into the fire.

“Yeah, don’t touch ‘er Jay, she’s mine!” The leader and smallest member of the group, Carl, laughed. Carl was hardly bigger than Scully, but he was scrappy, fast, and dangerous. If she died, it would be at Carl’s hand. The other man wasn’t really a man, he was Carl’s nephew and he was young, scared and his hands shook when he tied her wrists. Lucas never made eye contact with her, or with anyone, but he obeyed his uncle. He would probably die first out here.

“Come on, Carl, you said we could share.” Jay whined and pulled his hand out from under Scully’s shirt.

“We can share, but I get first dibs,” Carl smiled at Scully, a vile smile that left her feeling even more vulnerable.

Jay ran a rough hand over her bruised cheek, “okay.”

“I, uh” Scully coughed, clearing her throat to hide the shakiness of her voice, “I need to go to the bathroom.” She really did, she wasn’t lying to the men, but she thought that maybe it would be a distraction and she could get away. She had to get away.

Carl moved to his feet slowly, walked around the fire and stood over Scully, his hand brushing at his crotch. “I can take you.”

“Thank you,” Scully whispered. She stared into Carl’s eyes, almost daring him to try something with her.

Carl took a knife out of his pocket and cut the ties around her ankles then grabbed the rope tying her wrists and hauled her up to her feet, “come on.” He pulled her away from the fire and into the darkness of the woods. He pushed her behind a large tree and pressed his hands into her belly and moved them slowly down to the button and zipper of her pants.

Scully jerked her hips away, “I can do it. Thank you.”

Carl sneered at her, “oh? Okay, g’head then.” He crossed his arms over his chest and watched her.

Scully felt her face flush as she unbuttoned her pants and started on the zipper then stopped. “I don’t have to go anymore,” she swallowed and took a step away from him.

“Yeah ya’ do. Come on, don’t be such a prude.” He grabbed the front waistband of her pants and yanked her to him then in one movement he yanked her slacks and panties to her ankles, ripping the melted fabric out of the burned skin of her thigh. Scully hissed in pain, forgetting her nakedness as she glanced at the weeping wound that started on her upper thigh and moved up her hip. Carl ran his eyes over her lower body then paused at her thigh, “what the fuck did ya do?”

“It’s a burn,” she said through clenched teeth.

“That don’t look like no burn I’ve ever seen.” He squinted and looked closer, “shit, babe, that’s nasty.” His face scrunched up with a grimace and he turned his back to her, “go on now, pee.”

Scully looked at Carl’s back and cursed her own pain and vulnerability. She maneuvered her body and managed to do her business and shimmy her pants back up, taking care not to touch the burn. “Okay.”

Carl guided her back to the fire and pushed her back down rougher than she had expected. She watched as he tugged at the crotch of his pants again with a scowl on his face. She had interrupted his plans for her. Thank you alien blood.

“That was fast,” Jay laughed.

“Fuck off. She’s got something nasty on her leg,” Carl said.

“It’s a burn,” Scully corrected him. “I really need to treat it before it gets infected.”

“Lady, I have been burned but that ain’t no burn,” Carl said.

“We got nothing to help a burn here,” Jay added.

“You have water, I just need to clean it out.”

“Okay, lets clean this burn,” Carl moved to crouch next to her and pushed her down to her back and yanked at just her pants this time, the material stuck to the weeping injury. Scully moved to her other thigh and sat up to get a better look. Shit. It was bad, deep and oozing. About 7 jagged inches up to her hip, about 3 inches at it’s widest. There was no blood; just thin greenish ooze that seemed to continuously seep from it. “Come on, lets fix her up,” Carl said as he opened an old water bottle and started pouring the water into the wound. There was an audible hiss when the water touched her skin, like a chemical reaction. Scully couldn’t hold back the sharp cry that forced its way out of her throat and she jerked, trying to move her body away. “Hold’r Jay!” Carl’s hand pressed roughly behind the bend of her knee and held her tightly while Jay wrapped his large hands around her waist, holding her tightly to the ground. Carl smiled and ran his hand up her thigh.

Through the burning Scully felt his fingers slip under the crotch of her panties and she thrashed harder, “get off of me!” She kicked at Carl and clawed at Jay’s hands that tightened painfully around her.

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em-scully · 7 years ago

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For @frangipanidownunder

Her prompt: Post-col searching for William but instead of finding him, Mulder and Scully are separated and have to find each other too. Angst. Torture. The works.

This will be my next big chapter work now that I am wrapping up “Alone.” It’s going to be ugly, guys! But in the best way possible <3

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em-scully · 7 years ago

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Suspicions

Anon prompt: Mulder is suspicious of Scully cheating.

**May or may not continue with this.

Suspicions

They sat on opposite ends of the couch. Scully was curled up on one corner cushion huddled over her now cold bowl of Mulder’s homemade tomato soup in her hands; she hadn’t taken a single bite. She only looked up to glance at the old Jeopardy episode playing on the television. Mulder sat opposite from her, leaned over the arm of the couch, his bowl of soup empty on the table next to him precariously perched on a stack of unopened mail that was months old. He only looked away from the TV to glance at Scully. They hadn’t spoken all day and yesterday wasn’t much better. Scully had fallen asleep on the couch and he hadn’t bothered to wake her when he went to bed. Sometimes it was her turn to sleep on the couch.

Scully was still in her work clothes, her black slacks and maroon silk shirt covered in grey cat hair from the stray Mulder had adopted last year. Mulder named him Gray Man. Which was ironic, given his fascination with Scully and his complete lack of interest in Mulder. Scully had protested the cat but after a few days she was hand feeding him treats and carrying him to bed. Gray Man had replaced Mulder; at least someone had. Scully was working long shifts at the hospital, which wasn’t very unusual; she was known for her strong work ethic and drive. She never left her work unfinished and when your work was curing terminally ill children, well, it was never ever finished. Her days got longer and her nights got shorter. Mulder tried to wait for her, keeping dinner in the oven until he thought his stomach would eat his backbone, but after awhile, Scully would come home smelling of takeout and cigarette smoke. So he stopped bothering to wait for her. She didn’t seem to mind.

Mulder spent his days wandering the house, writing random thoughts on scraps of paper and he recently started cooking. The problem with the cooking was that he really was not supposed to leave the house, so he had to rely on Scully for his ingredients when she went grocery shopping which was becoming less and less frequent. He had left the house 3 times in the last two weeks to buy toilet paper and groceries at the Costco in town. Then another time, he went on a beer run. Everyone had their vices, his was now craft beer and Scully, apparently, was smoking. But he didn’t know for sure, he didn’t ask. And, he really didn’t care. He would have cared, if Scully kissed him, or if she even hugged him, let alone touched him. But those small physical intimacies were long gone. He had tried to engage Scully a few months ago, he gave her all of his best moves. But she simply waved him away and said she was tired. She was always tired. So Mulder took a walk on the back of the property. He had been taking a few more night walks now.

Scully yawned and plopped her bowl and spoon on the coffee table then leaned over to pick up a sleeping Gray Man off of the floor and curled him into her lap. Mulder seethed. My cat. My wife. He picked at his lip. It had been over 5 months since he made love to his wife, 3 months since they cuddled or touched in any sort of affectionate way and almost a month of hardly any conversation. He couldn’t take it.

“Scully?”

“Hmm?” She looked across the couch at him, his cat pawing at the sleeve of her shirt.

“Can we talk?” He was suddenly nervous, his palms got clammy and his mouth went dry.

Scully’s attention was back on the cat, “what do you want to talk about?”

Mulder got up and stood in front of Scully, she looked up at him and then protested when he grabbed the cat and gently tossed him on the floor. “Hey! Mulder, what the hell?” She watched with genuine forlorn as Gray Man slinked out of the living room with an annoyed twitch of his tail.

Mulder sat next to Scully and felt her shift uncomfortably at his closeness. “That!”

“What?”

“When I sat next to you, your whole body tensed.”

“No I didn’t.”

He stared at her, and for the first time in as long as he could remember, Scully averted her eyes from his. He felt his stomach drop. “Scully…” his voice was a low whisper.

She chewed on her lower lip for a moment, and then her eyes made a pass at his, and then landed on the hair on her shirt. She picked at it. “Work as been taking a lot of my time, I know that. I’m sorry.”

Mulder scoffed, “time, really? You think that is what this is about? Or is it just a façade?”

“Mulder!”

“Scully, you can’t touch me, hell, you haven’t touched me in months. You can barely look at me, let alone talk to me. That’s not work stress, that’s not your time.” He watched as her and neck flushed a deep red and for a moment he felt a tiny bit of vindication. But the feeling slowly passed as he realized Scully didn’t have a retort; she didn’t have an argument. She knew he was right. “Are you seeing someone?”

“What?” She looked at him in horror and jumped up from the couch and stalked across the room then turned to him, arms tightly crossed in front of her chest.

Her hair swirled around her shoulder and her jaw was tight. Mulder had forgotten how sexy she was when she was mad. Goddamnit, now it not the time! “Is that so surprising? Is it so surprising that I would have that fear?”

“Yes, and it is completely unjustified-“

He cut her off, “unjustified? Bullshit, Scully. You haven’t been here in months. You have checked out. Gone.”

“My work Mulder, my work takes everything out of me!”

“It has for the past 7 years, and now it’s taking its toll on you? On us?”

“No…”

“Then tell me the fucking truth!” He was yelling now and Scully flinched.

“I am not seeing anyone.”

“Okay, not seeing anyone. Fucking anyone?”

She shook her head and dropped her arms to her side in defeat. “No, there is no one, there has been no one but you.”

“I am no one, Scully.”

“Mulder, no. I am just, there is a lot going on and I just can’t focus. Work and this house, and just everything.” She stopped herself from rambling.

“I don’t believe you.”

“What?” Her eyes were wide and shown with new quivering tears.

“I do not believe you.” He turned from her and walked out of the living room and headed to his office, making an extra attempt at slamming the door behind him. His life was gone. He no longer served a purpose. His work, his family, and now Scully and that fucking cat. He had nothing. He sat heavily in his chair and closed his eyes. He decided that he really shouldn’t be surprised. He was washed up, useless and a burden to Scully. She was beautiful, and smart and had her whole live ahead of her; of course she would find someone new, probably a doctor from the hospital. He allowed himself a few minutes to picture Scully with a faceless man, his hands on her body as she melted into him. A few minutes later he heard the front door slam shut and Scully’s small SUV start up then crunch the gravel as she drove down the long driveway. She fucking left me. He was suddenly furious that she had the ability to leave, and he had no choice but to stay and sit in the dark and wait for her.

A few hours later, Mulder awoke, stiff in his chair to headlights shining through the window and the slam of the car door. After a few minutes of not hearing the door open, he decided to investigate. He found Scully sitting on the steps of the front porch smoking a cigarette.

“What are you doing?” He asked from the doorway.

“Smoking a cigarette,” she said dryly.

“But I mean, for real. What are you doing?”

“Lying to my husband.”

Mulder jerked involuntarily, “about what?”

She turned to look at him as she snubbed the cigarette out on the step and put the butt in her pocket. She let out a shuddering breath and patted the step next to her, “we have a lot to talk about.”

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