Mulder X Scully - Blog Posts
the way i think about msr all day i think i DO need to be lobotomized
Just finished season 9, what the fuck
IT’S OFFICIAL, THE SPOOKY SEASON HAS BEGUN
THIS IS LITERALLY ME EVERY DAY BEFORE UNIVERSITY
(looking at gifs of mulder and scully mournfully before work like a soldier before battle stealing strength from a locket containing an image of his lover)
my two fav shows, love that the romance in both are kind of slowburn maybe that’s why i love them so much…
Bones is a show the characters think is a romance but is actually a police procedural
X Files is a show the characters think is a police procedural but is actually a romance
Reblog if you've ever cried over the death of a fictional character
I’m so attached to them
the thing about mulder and scully is that if you watch the x files, you WILL love them forever. there's no other way.
I ALWAYS THOUGHT THIS SONG WOULD SUITS THEM SO PERFECTLY
"you're in the wind, i'm in the water" mulder & scully
This parallel! ❤
Mulder it’s me I’m being petted really hard
Bonus plush designs I made for the two
Write this… please I’m begging you
arcadia but they had a drunk ons (before being assigned the case/knowing about it) that they silently agreed NOT to talk about and now they're stuck playing house in the suburbs for an indeterminable amount of time. scully can't look at mulder for longer than five seconds without feeling enough emotions to kill an elephant and mulder can't not look at her or he will spontaneously combust. there was only one bed and mulder can't sleep on the couch lest the neighbours start talking.
and since i am not a coward like cc, said amount of time would be a month minimum. more like two. or three.
depends on how emotionally repressed they want to be but either way i'd make them suffer and eventually force them to talk about their ✨emotions✨
the german women's hockey team is called the Danas and every single time it is mentioned all i can think about is Scully playing field hockey and immediately faint
please someone who is better at drawing them me i am on my hands and knees begging 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
If you wanna see the unremarkable house you have to finish the series If you wanna see the unremarkable house you have to finish the series If you wanna see the unremarkable house you have to finish the series
This scene makes me feral
Empedocles || s. 8 ep. 17
Because without the xfiles personal interest is all I have
Sooooo apparently i do art now? And, of course, the very first thing I finished HAD to be X Files fanart. the usual "click for better quality"
I'm really happy with how it turned out!!
Colour gradients and more of an illustration style are fun and I vastly prefer them over hyper-realism.
My lacrosse coach asked me my favorite movie the other day and i said “the x files, the 1998 fight the future one” and he looked at me like I was crazy and told me he saw it when it came out in theaters
I love confusing adults by liking tv shows “from their time”
THE X-FILES (1993-2018) | Fight the Future (1998)
“Thank every god he doesn’t believe in” ARE YOU KIDDING ME WITH THIS SHIT (this is everything i didn’t know I needed)
One breath, but Mulder shows up in Scully's hospital room with tear tracks still drying on his face and his first real smile since she was taken. He's out of breath, probably broke several dozen traffic laws on his way back to her, but she's awake.
Not Fox, Mulder, Scully corrects her mother, and she is reaching for him before she can think better of it. His hands are warm and shaking and familiar, and he sits down next to her like she's made of glass. Like he is going to break her if he allows his fear to spill out onto the floor.
His mouth opens and closes repeatedly until he finally manages a hi, watching her lips move into a smile. hi. Mulder tentatively lifts their intertwined hands and kisses her knuckles while squeezing his eyes shut.
He wants to fall to his knees and thank every god he doesn't believe in for bringing her back to him, he wants to hold her and press her to his chest until he no longer feels empty inside, he wants to bury his face in her hair and fall asleep with her safe in his arms. At some point during the last few weeks, he must have slept, even if only for a few horrifying hours, yet all he recalls is suffocating darkness and her screams echoing in his mind.
I missed you, Mulder whispers against her skin, but she hears him—she always does.
I heard you, she responds, tugging on his hand to pull him closer. I heard you, Mulder. I felt the strength of your beliefs.
Maggie and Melissa are silently watching the exchange, but they've never cared less about prying eyes and unsatisfied curiosity. Scully's gaze catches on something, and Mulder follows it to the glinting gold cross around his neck. The chain runs through his fingers like water, thin and fragile, and the only thing that helped him stay sane enough to keep going.
Kept it safe for you, he tells her, and takes it off to fasten it around hers instead; it's finally back where it belongs. Tears burn new, glistening paths down his cheeks, and he doesn't bother wiping them away.
I was so scared. It's a confession, it's an apology, it's a promise, and he shuffles closer and closer and closer.
I was so fucking scared, Scully.
Her fingertips are cool against his flushed skin, and he closes his eyes at the contact, fearing that if he moves, she will disappear again. For so long, nothing in his life mattered more than the nebulous truth hiding the fate of his sister. Then she walked into his office with a smile and trust in her heart, and suddenly she wasn't simply helping him discover the truth—she became the truth.
Scully squeezes his hand and traces the line of his jaw, and two warm pairs of eyes look away when she tilts her head upwards, meeting Mulder in the middle as he leans in close, closer, touching.
She kisses him softly because she wants to. Because she can. Because she can taste salt, relief, and light on his tongue, a sunrise swallowed and hidden away throughout the night.
Thank you for not giving up. He couldn't have lived with himself if he had, and it's written across his face and woven into his soul. Losing her would have meant losing himself, and there is nothing that could have stopped him from following her to wherever they would have gone. Together or not at all, and he has no idea why she stayed, why she is still staying after everything he put them through.
You found me, he cannot say; you found me and brought me home. You found me and you saw me, and I don't think I will ever know why you decided I was deserving of your grace and your presence in my life.
They press their foreheads together, and a by now familiar hand lands on his shoulder as Maggie reaches for both of them—family, she had called him, over and over—and there is nothing but warmth offered to him.
Thank you for coming back.
The fuck was mulders hair doing in this scene
The Goldberg Variation || s. 7 ep. 6
Watercolor exercise While on call with the cuz
aside from the series being revived and mulder and scully getting the happy ending they deserve.
fanfiction. more multi-chapter, slow burn, mutual pining, with a bit of jealousy from mulder or scully fan fiction.
(No AUs)
i just read two mulder and scully stories on ao3 and now im craving strories where mulder is crazy about scully but scully fears mulder cant really love him so she pushes him away
THE PARTY & LOVING ME TAKES PATINCE
PROMPT:
mulder starts seeing someone and its not serious but scully doesnt know that. mulder doesnt really want to be with this woman, the only woman he wants is dana scully. (or vice versa)
jealous scully
mutual pining
heartbroken mulder
big love confession
msr endgame
if you take mulder and scully gif requests please reply to or like this post
only been in the fandom 1 year.
mulder and scully gifset song request if anyone is interested:
willow - taylor swift (scully)
"The more that you say, the less I know Wherever you stray, I follow I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans, that's my man You know that my train could take you home Anywhere else is hollow I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans, that's my man"
OR
work song - hozier (mulder)
"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold dark earth, no grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her'
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or if anyone wants to write some fan fiction based on either i'd like that too.
ANYONE!!??
Scully: No there’s no one in my life. I’m in love with my work.
Her work:
