𝓓𝒂𝓷𝒂 𝓢𝓬𝓾𝒍𝒍𝔂

sets of chairs arranged around various coffee tables. An ornate rug covered the lobby area. In a corner was a receiving desk where an attendant might greet and sign in guests.

“This is too comfortable to be a mental institution. It’s not someone’s home. Ok, Mulder, I give. What’s the story here?”

Blue eyes monitored the flickering lights, and then Scully turned toward Mulder wearing a skeptical expression. “Let’s just say I’m thankful I brought a flashlight.”

In its past, the spacious foyer might have appeared more welcoming, but now, a thick coat of dust covered two sofas and several»

indoors. She stepped aside so Mulder could enter, stamping her foot to dislodge snow from the toes of her boots.

“When was the last time anyone used this building?” The musty smell was strong, permeating the air along with floating dust particles. “And why are you convinced of a credible haunting?”

“You neglected to mention the breaking and entering aspect of tonight.” Scully shot him a familiar look because this was not the first time Mulder omitted pertinent details. Regardless of the legality subject, winter brought such bitingly cold air that it took little convincing to compel her »

any paranormal sightings. “Two hours, Mulder.” She kicked the snow off her boots as they stood before the front door. “I’ll give you two hours and then we are getting food.”

“Definitive proof?” Scully eyed the old brickwork, hoping it was far warmer inside than the frigid exterior. “I think it’s far more likely we’ll freeze to death than capture footage of a ghost.” There was no sense arguing with her partner whose obsessive focus would keep him hot on the trail of »

at least going to tell me the ghost story that inspired this Christmas hunt?”

If appropriate was warm enough for the winter weather, Scully dressed appropriately, even making sure to bring a pair of leather gloves. Mulder offered limited information about their ghostly pursuits, possibly because he feared she would back out of this ridiculous venture.

“Mulder, aren’t you »

two women are standing in a hallway with the words this is just the beginning . Alt: Scully saying “this is just the beginning”

You’re never going to let this go are you? If I humor you with some paranormal stakeout then you are buying dinner.

If I recall correctly, your zeal for ghost hunts lead to a bizarre shared hallucination. A series of events I don’t care to repeat.

a man and a woman are standing next to each other in a room and the woman is talking to the man . Alt: Mulder scaring Scully on a ghost hunt

Merry Christmas Eve, @trustingscience.bsky.social. ‘‘Tis the season for some good old fashioned ghost busting. You in?

a woman with red hair and blue eyes is asking why they don t exist . Alt: Scully saying “Because they don’t exist”

Mulder, are you seriously proposing I spend one of my few days off on some ghost hunt?

Fox Mulder and his pencils

𝑭𝒐𝒙 𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓

“𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬.”

➢ FBI agent
➢ true believer
➢ open to AU/crossover
➢ #xfilesrp

It is quite transformational, often in insidious ways. Yet we find ways to protect our minds, our sense of self, from the harm as best we can.

" Every person that tries to love me, it feels like a set up. You'll love me until you get tired of me. "

「parody • MS • MV • NSFW in dms only」
Penned by @hcneyeyes.bsky.social 」
Has anger issues.
Trust issues.
Touch repulsed
Has a history with violence
Older sister of @teentrauma.bsky.social

|| Zooey has such a disarmingly sweet face! Especially in the gif you selected. Thank you for the starter!

standing at odds with the brusk attitude of many passersby on the streets of New York.

“This is a lovely place.” Scully found herself complimenting the coffee shop, but the observation was genuine.

of her reverie.

“Oh, I’d like a latte please.” It was an easy choice that required little examination of the coffee shop’s menu. Her fingers fumbled with the clasp on her purse before withdrawing her wallet in search of cash. When she glanced up, the barista’s warm expression drew her in, »

the best course of action. That’s how she found herself with the time to explore a local coffee shop. The cozy aura of Cleo’s surprised Scully given the big city setting, but she found the decor charming. Lingering before the counter, a young woman’s offer to take her order startled Scully out »

given that the last credible witness was more than ten years ago. Credible was a deeply relative term that Scully questioned constantly. After years of working together, Scully knew nothing would deter her partner from his desire to find evidence of UFO activity, so withholding her criticism was »

Leave it to Mulder to abandon her in New York City after the conclusion of a case in favor of a lead on a UFO sighting. Despite his offer to accompany him on this sojourn into small town America, Scully declined the invitation and reserved comment on the likelihood of another fabricated account »

any chance to step into her character is welcome!

that directly contradict her understanding of the world. I know this is quite a vague response! I will happily follow whatever direction you lead with the starter. If you’d like to use this to explore a particular aspect of Sigyn, we can surely go that direction. Writing Scully is a treat, so »

|| I just skimmed through some of your posts, and you had this one about Sigyn perhaps forgetting how to be a goddess. Perhaps there is something there we could dig into, playfully or seriously? I always enjoy moments where Scully’s strict adherence to science is challenged by people and events »

// Any Lokii want to plot?

I don’t assume a relationship between them (unless it leads there).

Looking for good plots and angst things.

could detect no symptoms. “I’m unfamiliar with this area.” She reasoned that the young bartender might be the best person to ask. “Can you tell me a little about Central City, such as what it’s known for?”

across the bar with a murmured “thank you”. Her rational mind assessed the situation: unfamiliar metropolis, a strange flash of light, and a missing rental car. Perhaps she had been drugged the previous night and was suffering the aftereffects? Silently, Scully took stock of her physical state and »

Grateful for the normalcy of the interaction, Scully focused on the bartender’s question. A quick glance around the establishment steered her away from white wine to stick with simplicity. “I’ll have a beer. Whatever is on tap.” She made quick motions to retrieve a $20 from her purse, sliding it »