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[azure-firecracker]

X-Files Ask Game!

If you were a character, who would you be and why?

Which season is your favorite and why?

Any WIPs or fic ideas you want to talk about? Share them here!

Now you’ve been given a pen and a chance to write your own episode. Describe it!

Top 10 best episodes?

Top 10 worst episodes?

One moment you never stop thinking about?

Best 5 (insert character here) moments: go!

Every random character headcanon you can think of (or just some, or whatever you like!)

Loveliest MSR moments (in your book).

If you could change one thing about the show, what would it be? Why would you change it, how would you make it better?

Every fic you’ve written for TXF: list them here so we can find them:)

Very unpopular opinions? Share them here!

Enter any question here you’d like (free space!)

[bearvanhelsing]

9 People To Get to Know Better

Thanks so much for tagging me @outeremissary !!!! Getting to this one a little late and idk who has been tagged already but if any of my moots see this and want to do it, pls consider it a tag to do so!

Last Song: Wicked Game by Cris Isaak

Favorite Color: Hmmm I think it’s Maroon or Burgundy! I love any deep, dark shade of red tea

Currently Watching: The X-Files and King of the Hill with my sister

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: I definitely lean more towards Spicy and Savory! In the summer it feels like I’m never hungry for anything but ice cubes and popsicles though because it’s too damn hot lmao

Relationship Status: Single!

Current Obsession: Honestly, I think it’s X-Files!! The show honestly just keeps getting better and better and I’m on season 6! Mulder and Scully are my little guys

Last Thing You Googled: “Manhattan Project budget” I wanted to compare it to the budget of GTA 6 that I just saw lmao

[excuse-me-thanks]

i know of a lotttt of bad tv finales. like, a lot. and truth be told, i cannot name a good (read: popular and generally liked by fans) one off the top of my head. so, a question…

name a tv finale (or a few) that you liked.

[ofcrowsanddragons]

#5 for story time DLC De Riva edition if you'd like.

#5 Rook fighting against a Crow from a rival house

Please enjoy this surprise 3,000 word short story set Post-AWR and pre-Veilguard. The prompt is from @hyperions-light's De Riva Story Time Prompts ask game. Magpie Files tag here for more snippets.

Includes all the Dellamortes.

Tags: Outsider POV, pre-canon Rookanis, The Ridiculous Schemes of Magpie "Mags" "Rook" de Riva (in support of Teia's mission to turn the Crows into a family)

Warnings: Fledgling whump, injury, concerns about torture, disassociation.

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Crow Games

“Does this scream ‘trap’ to you?” asked the Magpie, with a sidelong glance to their masked companion. The man tilted his head to the side in acknowledgement.

Ludovica Conti tightened her grip around the hilt of her rapier, growing irritated when her target just sighed. “Fight me, damn you,” said Ludovica, raising the tip of her sword. Tonight would mark either her death or her graduation from fledgling to full Crow, and she wasn’t going to give up her life without a fight.

It was an insult that Magpie de Riva didn’t even go for their sword. “Your grip is too tight,” they told her. “You're showing overt signs of stress. Do you even have a real contract, or did Massimo Conti just throw you to the wolves so that he’d be able to demand reparations?”

Licking her lips, Ludovica could admit to herself that it was the latter. It was part of why she hadn’t hidden the heraldry attached to her collar. The fact that she knew the game didn’t make a difference, either: the word of the head of her house was law. She and her little brother had joined the minor Crow house as orphans, and lived at his sufferance. If Massimo got what he wanted out of her death, he might choose to be merciful and not pass the failed contract-that-wasn’t-a-contract along to her brother.

She was also one of the best fencers in her age group. It was correct that he had chosen her.

Her feet were light against the stone, letting her fly toward Magpie. The stance was perfect, the blade raised in absolute precision as it darted toward Magpie’s heart.

An arm caught her around the neck from behind and jerked.

The momentum that had carried Ludovica forward left her gasping now. Her vision reeled as she tried to catch up to the fact that the masked man’s arm was now around her neck. She wheezed in the chokehold, realizing that she hadn’t even seen him move. Her neck hurt—unsurprising given the impact, and she felt nausea build up somewhere in her chest. She tried to establish where Magpie was in the room, but the light was too bright and the spinning sensation didn’t diminish. She couldn’t breathe.

“Yield,” said the man, increasing the pressure.

She dropped the sword.

A chair scraped across the polished stone floor, and it was at this point that the terror sweat began to break out across Ludovica’s body. Being killed outright was one thing, but the sound made it clear that she was to be questioned. She bit back a whimper.

“Mags,” the man said, and there was something in his voice that Ludovica couldn’t place.

“We’ll figure it out,” Magpie said, and this tone was easier to put into words. It was cold and dead, a mask of indifference and purely rational decision-making that all of them learned to put on at will. Ludovica took in a steadying breath as she readied herself for what was to come next.

The two Crows pushed her forward and she retched into a bucket that had been laid in front of her. OK, fine, she thought, struggling to make sense of it as she tasted bile, Smart of them to leave less mess to clean up.

Murmers in another language were passed back and forth between the pair as Magpie systematically searched her for weapons. With each pass, she felt a little more helpless, which was stupid, as she was already helpless. She had miscalculated by attacking Magpie in front of her mysterious ally, who was almost supernaturally good. That was fine. At this point, all she really needed to do was exist until she didn't have to anymore. It's not like she knew anything that Massimo considered valuable.

Her head was forced back, and a liquid was poured down her throat. She tasted elfroot—for the soporific effect, perhaps?—along with comfrey and lavender in some kind of astringent solution. Her stomach heaved, and she struggled against her captors without meaning to. Strong hands held her steady and one of the Crows began tracing soothing circles against the nape of her neck.

It was a mistake to relax into the sensation, and she knew it, but nothing really mattered anymore. She was already dead. Rising from somewhere along her spine, a pleasant floating sensation sunk its hooks into her gut, and she chased the little kindness of that touch for as long as it deigned to last.

For a long moment, there was only calm.

When Ludovica came back to herself—no, there was no coming back; she was already dead. She blinked through the tears as Magpie blurred into her sight. The Crow was seated across from her on their own stark, wooden chair. Their hands were clasped loosely on their lap and their expression was cool and professional. The hands of their companion were on the fledgling’s shoulders. He held her from the back, a clear threat and a warning not to move.

The instant she came back to full alertness, Magpie’s eyes flickered from the partner’s face down to her own, meeting her gaze with cool certainty. “Do you know happen to know,” they said, and the words were carefully neutral, “what the correct course of action for me to take right now is?”

Biting her lip, she found herself wishing she still had the excuse of the disorientation or headache for her poor comportment. Both symptoms had subsided almost entirely.

“Are you—” she coughed into her hand, despairing at the fact that the Crows didn't even feel the need to bind them, and willed her voice into steadiness. “Are you going for the professional mask, then?”

“Well, of the three of us, I'm clearly the one with the best poker face,” said Magpie, raising their eyebrows minutely.

She could barely feel the bruising that should have been laced across her throat as she croaked a laugh. “Does that mean your partner is the sadist, then?” she asked, trying not to break into hysterical giggles. “You’re the reasonable one, and he's the threat? If I tell you everything, will you even let me die?”

The dizziness was back. She was breathing too fast. Magpie didn't move, and the hands on her shoulders tightened just the barest amount and then forced themselves to relax. That was all right. The touch was grounding, if less soothing than the circles that she thought had been Magpie. She would allow it to hold her together until the Crows chose to do otherwise.

“How about we start by getting everyone on the same page,” stated Magpie. Neutral, neutral, neutral. Like Antiva, in a war between Ferelden and Orlais. “Tell me what should be done with you, according to our rules.”

“It would be correct for you to kill me,” she said, trying to flatten her voice. Magpie was patriotically neutral, and so was she.

“No.”

She ignored the fluttering of her pulse as she tried to speak around the dryness in her mouth. “What?”

“That’s incorrect,” said Magpie, and their words grew colder as they leaned forward to set their elbows against their knees. “After failing to find me while I was alone? After failing to even meet my blade, let alone wound me? The correct thing would be for me to tie you up and ship you home to your head of house. That would rather solve most of House de Riva's problems in one swoop.”

There was a scuffle that Ludovica was barely aware of, for all that she had initiated it. On her knees on the polished floor, she realized that her arms were being held at her back by the iron grip of her captor. She strained to look up at Magpie. “Don't,” she begged.

Magpie hadn't moved an inch. “How many people that you love is Massimo holding hostage for your ready sacrifice?”

“Everyone I have left,” said Ludovica, hating herself for it. They had barely touched her and already she was broken. “Please don't take my cowardice out on them.”

Those cold eyes looked deep into her own, and Ludovica shivered with the intensity of them. “Child, if you agree, then I am going to get every one of them out from under Massimo.”

A demon’s bargain. Ludovica licked her lips, not willing to cast aside the potential for a miracle when she had no better options. “How?”

“You're going to sit back in that chair,” said Magpie, their voice going polite and pleasant in a way that made the hairs on the back of her neck rise. “You're going to tell me everything you know about House Conti and its business. And then House de Riva is going to eat everything that Massimo has ever worked to build.”

The partner released Ludovica, and she caught herself with perfect balance, too unnerved to be grateful. She stood, slowly, and sat back in the chair. A slow turn of her head revealed the man leaning against the back wall, but Ludovica had to turn her back to him to look at Magpie. The man was still wearing his mask, anyway.

She was steadied by the ruthlessness in Magpie’s cold eyes, and she nodded. “What else?”

“We'll neutralize any threats to your family before Massimo learns anything” said Magpie, “but as a member of his house, I'm having you deliver the message to the First Talon that De Riva is making its move.”

“Can you authorize that?” Ludovica asked, instead of shouting, The First Talon?

Magpie tilted their head. “Viago could have me killed for it,” they said, and Ludovica appreciated the honesty, at least.

“Viago wouldn't and we all know it,” the partner interjected from behind her. “Beyond that, I would not allow it.”

“Thank you for that,” Magpie said with a warning look over Ludovica’s shoulder. “Viago would only kill me for it if he was already looking for an excuse. I don't think you realize how small of a player House Conti is.”

A huff from the man still leaning against the wall. “Even if he actually wanted you dead, Teia Cantori knows where he sleeps.”

“They haven't—”

“Well, not yet. But she’s a woman who knows her blueprints.”

Ludovica tuned the couple—who were almost definitely lovers themselves—out as they began to argue about the Fifth and Seventh Talons that they both referred to so familiarly. It was difficult for her to feel foolish when her head of house had underestimated the situation so thoroughly. She knew the game: he had gone after one of the Fifth Talon’s favourites. This might still end with every person she knew and didn't put on a safe list dead by the end of the week, but that was the hand Massimo had chosen to play. She didn't have any say in how it played out, other than what little leverage Magpie allowed her to bargain for.

Magpie’s partner didn't watch her so closely after that. Eventually, he left to get them food from the kitchen. Ludovica struggled to determine the hierarchy of the two Crows’ relationship. His manners were more polished than theirs were, but Magpie didn't defer to him, either.

The sun was starting to rise by the time Magpie (“Just call me Mags, seriously”) called for an end to the questioning. “We're just going to go in circles at this point,” they explained, cleaning off their pen and setting aside the journal that they had been filling with names and dates and gossip. “You’ve memorized the message that you need to deliver?”

Ludovica nodded, and when Magpie handed her the vial, she drank it without question.

When she woke, she was peering into the eyes of the most handsome man she had ever met. She blinked. And blinked again. He was still there, seated on a chair next to the couch she was lying on.

“Did it not work?” Ludovica wondered. “Am I dead?”

He grinned at her, and she blushed as her words caught up to her. “Hardly. The thought that I might make it onto the Maker’s choir?” he said, leaning back and putting a hand to his chest, “Ha! I tend to guide souls along from this side.” He graced her with a wink.

Oh no. The words had fallen right out of her head.

“Ah… but you're rather overwhelmed, are you not?” he asked, looking away and shifting away from her in a way that was rather endearing. Probably deliberately so. “Miss, do you know where you are?”

The pieces resolved in front of Ludovica, and she drew in a breath. “Did I make it to Villa Dellamorte?” she asked.

“Rather spectacularly. When we pulled you out of a shipping crate, we thought you were dead. It’s fortunate for you that the antidote was made so obvious to us.”

She nodded. “I have a message for the First Talon concerning House Conti and House de Riva,” she said with a steady voice. She had rehearsed it.

“I'm Illario, her grandson,” he said. “Please, let me take you to her.”

The Dellamortes weren't idiots, and they obviously knew she was an assassin, but she was also a young and recently-poisoned assassin. Any poison powerful enough to simulate death took at least a little while to throw off, after all. Illario still helped her to her shaky feet, as Ludovica stood up from where she had been lying on a sofa. She really should have guessed that the higher houses were all terrifyingly polite—with the emphasis on terrifying.

Fortunately, she was steadier by the time she was actually admitted to the First Talon’s study. She took a fortifying breath, let go of Illario's arm, and strode into the centre of the room.

Another man stood at the Talon’s right. He straightened from where he had been bent over a piece of parchment. “You don't need me here,” he objected, and Ludovica’s heart turned to ice as she recognized the voice. “The contract is solid as it is.”

But the First Talon's eyes had already found Ludovica.

It would have been less intimidating to be a sparrow caught in the gaze of a bird of prey. The woman was seated in a chair behind the desk as if it were a throne, and her hard eyes glittered like the multi-faceted masterwork of a gemsmith. Ludovica swallowed, feeling a tight, twisting sensation form under her breastbone, but her work tonight was too important. She refused to quail. “First Talon. My name is Ludovica Conti.”

“So I had determined. My name is Catarina. This is my grandson, Lucanis.”

Ludovica tried very hard to keep any expression from her face. “Pleased to meet you both,” she said, trying not to let irony colour the statement. “I have a message from Magpie de Riva on behalf of the Fifth Talon. The head of House Conti has attempted a grave injury upon both myself and Viago de Riva, not bound by the limitations of a contract. The Fifth Talon believes it is his right to enact justice upon House Conti for this, and he asks for your judgement.”

There was a long silence as Ludovica kept her head high. Catarina's stare seemed to bore directly into her soul. Ludovica tried not to think about strong arms holding her down on a chair, the man standing next to Catarina, or secret lovers meeting in a remote location that Ludovica had chosen as her killing ground.

“Granted,” said Catarina, and Ludovica held in a sigh of relief. House Conti was no more.

“That's it?” asked Illario, from where he still stood by the door.

The old woman smiled. “Do you think I don't get my own information on these situations as they develop? You young people are very dramatic,” said Catarina, as Ludovica held back a flinch, “but we must anticipate our allies as well as our enemies. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” Illario said stiffly, stepping closer and holding out his arm. “Ludovica, would you like something to eat? I'm sure our House can sort out a meal, even for an unexpected guest.”

Ludovica looked back over the desk and met Lucanis Dellamorte's eyes for a moment. She could see a cool and deliberate distance there. “Thank you for your hospitality, First Talon,” she said, looking back at Catarina. After everything, she truly was grateful for how gently they were going about getting information from her. She brought her hand to Illario's arm and allowed him to lead her through the villa.

She understood enough. Mags de Riva had the full backing of the Fifth Talon and enough sway with the Seventh to make Viago reconsider removing Mags from the board if the Crow ever became a threat. Beyond that, Mags had somehow become the lover of the First Talon’s grandson, and would presumably back his play for the position when the time was right. Ludovica shook her head at the audacity of it all.

Illario smiled at her. “What are you thinking, I wonder?”

“It's just such a big house,” Ludovica gushed, letting her blush colour her face. The man really was very handsome.

But the Magpie had earned—or was about to earn—Ludovica’s loyalty in a way that no one ever had. Mags's allies were also positioned more closely to the First Talon than Ludovica could have imagined, and that made asking for outside help more risky than the possible benefit. Sadly, it also made Illario an enemy of sorts.

Or it would, eventually.

In the meantime, Mags had said not to try to deceive the Dellamortes, so Ludovica told Illario the story. Most of it, anyway.

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Later:

MAGS: Why do people think I’m some kind of evil genius?

LUCANIS: Why do people assume Catarina knows everything?

MAGS: Because it’s safer to operate under that assumption.

LUCANIS: There you go.

[brawlite]

If you still want writing prompts, Mulder/Krycek, "unexpected (from both sides) meeting"?

"Krycek."

At the sound of his name, Krycek spins around, hand going for a gun he doesn't have because it's 2 in the morning in Norfolk, Virginia and Krycek is in his boxers in a laundromat.

He comes face to face with Mulder.

Mulder, who is—also in a laundromat at 2 in the morning in Norfolk, Virginia. Wearing more than boxers, though, even though his clothes look... worse for the wear. He's dripping in some sort of dark purple gunk and holding a tattered and slimy pile of what Krycek can only assume are Scully's similarly soiled clothes—sent on a laundry run after some sort of encounter, most likely.

"Fancy seeing you here," Krycek gets out, mustering up a smirk he doesn't quite feel. But any defense is better than nothing, and Krycek's all out of heat.

Last time he saw Mulder, Mulder punched him in the face. He does that pretty much every time he sees Krycek, though—it's hardly memorable, at this point. Krycek braces for the inevitable, but it doesn't come.

"Do you have a quarter?" Mulder asks, instead.

Krycek raises his eyebrows. "A quarter."

"For the machines," Mulder nods toward the row of washing machines, including the one currently tumbling Krycek's clothes around. It's the only sound besides the two of them and the fluorescent bulbs overhead.

Krycek does have a quarter. He has a couple lying next to his wallet, which is sitting on a bench by his machine. He presses one into Mulder's palm. Mulder makes a face like Krycek smells worse than whatever Mulder rolled around in.

Mulder snatches the coin and strips down to his underwear. Krycek doesn't watch. Much. Just enough to note that Mulder's got a few new scars. Krycek does, oto. Mulder chooses a machine a few down from Krycek's—far enough away that he has some space, some distance, but close enough that he can keep an eye on Krycek, most likely. They don't speak.

"Huh," Krycek says, after his washing machine stops and he assesses his change situation. "I only have enough for one dryer."

Mulder makes that face again. He looks at Krycek and then at his own washing machine. He scowls even harder.

They share the dryer.

[shoot me an ask with a writing prompt for something short (200-500 words, more if i get inspired ig), and i’ll try and answer it!]

[agent-troi]

giggling, kicking my feet, etc. i must know about the oakville blobs fic bc it is one of my favorite bits of random weirdness

lol i first heard about this thing when i was watching some sort of documentary style show on hulu and i thought it would be perfect for x files so i was all set to write a casefic with them investigating it and then idk life happened i guess

mulder and scully investigate the oakville blobs (https://unsolvedmysteries.fandom.com/wiki/Oakville_Blobs) august 1994- after x files closure and before scully abduction (star crossed lovers era- figure out placement between episodes, timelines of event and canon) scully is one of the people who receives a sample of the blobs from one of the residents, asks for mulder to be assigned to the case, they go and investigate

i really wish i had more lol but it is what it is ig

[frostbitepandaaaaa]

😭 💘 msr for the fic ask? <3

omg hello!!! thanks for the msr ask, friend-- nice little change of pace.

😭 A fic that ripped your heart out (but it hurt so good)

there are A LOT of these for msr, but the first one that comes to mind is Aquinnah by Anjou. it's not like... super sad or tragic in terms of how it ends, but there is something so dream-like and ephermeral about it. like what mulder and scully are learning and discovering in this story will not last. that everything must die. i mean, considering the inciting incident of this story, it makes sense. it might be because it's very mulder-centric, and there's something very tragic and yearning and achingly sentimental about mulder. it also doesn't hurt that the writing style is fucking gorgeous. somehow beautiful and tender but also incisive and moving.

any way, here's a snippet:

The cliff at the top of the moor has changed with time and erosion, but he is pleased that his imagination had not enlarged it so that it would now appear diminished by reality. He has not been here for years; even in his dreams, he has denied himself this place. Today, he has earned the right to be here, earned it by honoring his own vows. He turns before walking up the headland path to see her standing at the edge of the snow-covered moor, oblivious to the wind whipping the dried saw-tooth grass against her long overcoat. She seems small and unsure in this place that he knows best above all others, despite time and distance. He smiles and holds his hand out to her, waiting until she joins him before he walks to the cliff edge.

💘 A fic you couldn't stop reading once you started

this sounds cliche, but Iolokus by Mustang Sally and Rivkat. the way that fic is written is quite simply, mesmerizing, and the darkness explored in this fucked up world Chris Carter has created is facinating and they do such a good job rendering it. the opening lines of that fic make me insane:

And that day the hot wind blew down through the burning rocks, and over the ground of sand. The wind, a still breath of Hell, smelling of ovens, smelling of dust. A stray wisp of dust-smoke whipped along the gravel ground and curled at my feet as I stared into the sun. Above me, the sky was the color of molten bronze and a dark bird circled overhead. Behind me I could hear the women weeping. Knotted together beneath the metal sky, the women's faces were torn and wet.

Mybabymybabymybaby. My baby's blood. My baby.

[sporco-filth]

Om a different note, has your tumblr banner been changing? Every now and then I look at the picture of the amazingly filthy room, and I swear it got messier/dirtier the last time I looked at it

No, the image has not been changed since this blog was made (I mean the file on my computer, and so the image in the banner can't be different either).

BUT... this actually alludes to something and I will reward your question with a sneak peak. Because, you see, this picture is from my still-in-development slob game (it's fallen to the wayside over the holidays but I'm planning to start work again soon). And in that game, the room actually does in fact start out neat and becomes messier. The version shown is the end result.

The image though is based off this shot from this episode of Portlandia:

In the game, everything starts out clean:

And then if you lower the cleanliness points to 0 it looks like this:

I'm still working on the in-between stages though.

There are other rooms (lounge, bedroom, bathroom) but those I started from a clean room and am building up to a messy room, so they're relatively cleaner currently:

(this is the messiest one so far, but it's still got a long way to go. It's not even halfway yet)

I know I said I wouldn't spoil things by showing my work in progress but eh... you lot have been waiting too long for me to draw these things so at least you can see I've made some progress.

[faunandfloraas]

hihi jess can i request a moodboard if ur willing 🛸🐞🌙🐾🌸 <if these make no sense ill always take a jess' vibecheck 🩷🩷 all the ones you have made till now are so pretty!!!

🛸🐞🌙🐾🌸moodboard for Juni (this is accidentally just ksm as fox mulder moodboard)

[mymblesbuir]

Hewwo please tell us about "not deer". I am Intrigued.

okay so! "Not Deer" are Appalachian cryptids that are basically. they're almost deer, from a distance you think they're deer, but there's something Off about them and they are in fact distinctly... not deer. many many tales exist and they're generally quite creepy.

so they are the paranormal phenomenon involved in the case Mulder and Scully are investigating in this fic.

it's my first time really trying to write a case fic, rather than just focusing on their relationship, so it's a bit of a departure from my usual stuff, but I really really love cryptids so I wanna try more of it!

snippet under the cut of Scully giving her Scientific Opinion

Out in the corridor, Mulder turned to her. "Any theories?" "Chronic wasting disease," she said immediately. "It's a prion disease that affects deer and causes odd behavior, among other symptoms, and is also known as 'zombie deer disease'. That would explain Senator Hale saying the deer weren't acting normal." "But not the mysterious figure sending them after his car," Mulder pointed out. "True... if there really was someone." "He's still sure of that." "He's also still on a lot of morphine, and he's grieving. Probably feeling guilty about the death of his wife since he's the one who drove the car off the road avoiding the deer. He might have imagined this figure because he wants someone else to blame." Mulder gives a non-committal kind of nod. "It's possible." "But?" "But there are too many tales of these not-deer to just dismiss them out of hand!"

[azure-firecracker]

I want to know 2 and 4 of your ask game. :DD

Thank you so much for asking! You’re such a well-known blog that I fangirl whenever you interact with my posts:)

The game is here.

I’ll put it under the cut bc I know it’ll get long again.

2: Which season is your favorite and why?

This may surprise some of y’all because this is definitely the season I complain about the most, but my favorite season is Season 2! Of course, I’m only midway through Season 4 as of answering this, so that could very well change. But Season 2 just has a special place in my heart. I’m a sucker for angst, hurt/comfort, high stakes and higher emotions, and Season 2 just has that in spades. The abduction arc really marked a turning point both for Mulder and Scully’s relationship (and both of them individually), and for the show as a whole. Everything after that felt more high-drama, more emotionally weighty, everything was tinged with pain in a bittersweet way. This season gave us rescues (my favorite trope!) in spades, and though I complained about the excess of Scully kidnappings in this post, some of those rescues (as well as all of the times where the roles are reversed) are near and dear to my heart. My top 10 list is always evolving, but there’s at least 3 episodes from this season in there, and my top 2 are from this season. This is my favorite season to set fanfic in, because Mulder and Scully are so new to each other but so raw and vulnerable and they’re terrified but the world is more terrifying and they have no choice but to lean into one another for support and it’s just so wonderful.

4: Now you’ve been given a pen and a chance to write your own episode. Describe it!

I already answered this one here, but I’ll happily write another one! The last one was angsty and high-stakes, so we’ll write a lighter one this time around.

We’ll place this mid Season 3-ish. Cast members at a Renaissance Faire have been dying violent deaths, and Mulder and Scully are sent undercover to investigate. Mulder gets cast as a prince and mostly he sits and knights children which he loves. Scully gets cast as a fortune teller which is as hilarious as you’d expect, but she trades it for knight’s armor the second she can, and the whole episode she’s hiding from the people who run the Faire so they don’t know she’s switched costumes.

Anyway, everyone at the Renaissance Faire seems to think they’re actually being targeted by a dragon. Scully thinks it’s ridiculous, Mulder thinks it’s real, y’all know the drill. Mulder enlists the help of a witchy type to do a shielding-curse. It just results in things exploding and Mulder looking like Seamus Finnegan from Harry Potter.

While this is happening, Scully is having an actually emotional moment because she meets someone who reminds her of Melissa. It’s just a tender scene.

Anyway, Scully does some more investigating and finds some weird drugs on the torches they’re using. She realizes it’s a hallucinogenic drug, which would explain the delusions of the dragons, so she heads out into the woods to clean all of the lamps and fix the problem (yes she tells Mulder where she’s going. He still thinks the dragon is real so he doesn’t pay it much mind but he does tell her to be careful).

Anyway, we see Scully walking into the woods, cleaning lamps, when a big shadow looms behind her , we hear a roar, and the screen cuts to black.

Mulder sends Scully’s lamp drug results to the Gunmen, and they say it’s a hallucinogenic but it mostly makes you weak and it wouldn’t make you make up a dragon, so just as Mulder’s about to go warn Scully, the witch they asked for help earlier appears and OH NO SHE’S A TWIST VILLAIN! AND SHE SUMMONED THE DRAGON!

Anyway Mulder fights her and they basically battle through the whole Faire as Irish folk-y music plays and there’s some sword fighting moments, some jousting, some torch waving, and at one point Mulder does throw a turkey leg at her. They make their way into the fortune tent when she gets the better of him, and just when it seems like all is lost…

Scully BURSTS in, albeit very messed up and covered in dragon blood and strange goop! But she’s wearing armor! And she gets to point a sword at the witch’s neck!

Cut to them walking through the Faire, this time as visitors. Scully thinks the witch was delusional and had a big lizard, Mulder swears it was magic, same old, same old. But there is at least one knight in shining armor joke in this section, because Mulder kept one knighting necklace from when he was playing a prince, and he puts it around Scully’s neck, and they stare at each other in that way that they do.

The end!

Would you watch this? Let me know in the comments!

[chaosandorder46]

Fox Mulder

Ooohhh...good one!

Sexuality Headcanon: Mulder is a lesbian

Gender Headcanon: He/Him

A ship I have with said character: SCUL-LAY!

A BROTP I have with said character: hmmm…it's been way too long since I've watched to remember the buddy characters. Let's go with Deep Throat. 🤣

A NOTP I have with said character: anyone who is not Dana Scully

A random headcanon: hmmm…Mulder definitely has AuDHD.

General Opinion over said character: Mulder was my first crush at the age of of 5. And that crush remains firmly in place. 🦊

[neloangelo]

The X-Files: Resist or Serve (2004) dev. by Black Ops Entertainment

[ofcrowsanddragons]

1 and/or 30 for the current ask game!

A cuddly question and a soul-searching question—thank you for the ask! (The questions for this game for Mags de Riva are here.)

#1. Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Sadly, no. Mags keeps a small number of precious items in addition to their utilitarian gear (which, to be fair, could fill a few wardrobes) and never picked up a stuffed animal when they got to Treviso.

Unfortunately, plushies are actually pretty decent poison vectors and can't be replaced as easily as bedding.

#30. What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

This depends on the time period, at least a little bit. Most of the time, Mags is acting according to their own moral compass of what's acceptable, but they are damn near always overthinking everyone's reactions to everything.

They have a pathological need to open doors and keep them open for as long as they possibly can—it's their automatic approach to most situations. Don't close off opportunities unless needed.

As @wukodork and I talked about in DMs, though: if the political implications weren't a factor, they might go kick Viago's father in the balls.

(During the early Veilguard timeline, they might be tempted to draw Lucanis in for a kiss, but they're respecting his space, you know?)

[unremarkablehouse]

For the WIPs: 4! :DDDD

Thanks for the ask. The IVF AU is in the outline phase so I’ll have to just give you a run down. What if Scully asked Mulder to be her baby daddy in Season 5 and the implantation worked in Season 6?

Their relationship would have shifted into a romantic one sooner, and Mulder would have told her about his past relationships, so when Diana comes back it doesn’t blindside Scully. Gibson never gets kidnapped, they don’t go to Huston for the terrorism assignment due to personal leave for IVF treatments, Mulder and Scully never go to Antarctica, Diana befriends Scully but Mulder is wary of her motives and distrusts her…

It’s a fun timeline to play with, but a long fic.

[agent-troi]

No Wonder We Went Bald

lol this was an idea for a fringe/x-files crossover i had:

crossover where broyles and skinner commiserate and swap bizarre stories about their hair loss-inducing efforts to protect their basement-dwelling chaotic problem children (some sort of captain’s table-esque bar)

that's literally all i have dskhdgfshkfgksdgfhsd