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the level where the truth lay

Chapter 1: 11k | Read on Ao3

Finally!! This has been in the works forever. There’s a bit of the first part below the cut, and the rest is on ao3 :) The original post regarding this WIP premise is here.

Dana Scully and her golden eagle daemon, Julienne, are suddenly transferred away from her teaching post at the FBI Academy to work on a unsolved case within a spooky division. In her assignment, she meets Fox Mulder and his daemon. As they race to solve cases that no one else will dare to handle, souls and consciousness collide.

With Julienne perched on her arm, Dana Scully exited Section Chief Scott Blevins office quickly, her new heels clacking sharply on the laminated floor as she did. A week prior, she had been notified that she was being reassigned from her place at the F.B.I. Academy in Quantico to the J. Edgar Hoover F.B.I. headquarters in D.C. Until five minutes ago, the nature of this assignment had been unknown to her. Dana Scully, M.D., had been transferred away from her post as a forensic pathologist in the Quantico teaching laboratory to work with Fox Mulder, the famed psychological profiler turned man-with-a-mission.

That mission was, apparently, using Bureau resources to hunt for extraterrestrials. At least, that was what the gossip said, though Section Chief Blevins words in the office had nearly confirmed it. Dana wondered how large the purview was of the aforementioned area “outside of the bureau mainstream”. Though Agent Mulder was renowned for his skill in profiling and his additions to criminal psych literature, he had a less than charitable reputation in F.B.I. spheres. Called “crazy” by some and “spooky” by most, he had established his own department in hopes of explaining unexplained cases that he called X-Files—the department to which Dana and Julienne were now headed.

Dana walked to the nearby elevator and pressed the button on the wall with her free hand. The doors slid open to reveal a dismal old box with orange lighting that smelled faintly of cigarette smoke. The doors slid shut, and the elevator thumped as it descended.

On her arm, Dana’s daemon Julienne, a golden eagle, ruffled her feathers upwards and swiped her beak over the tip of her wing. She was a regal bird with bright tawny feathers crowning her head and a massive dark auburn body. For a daemon of her form, Julienne was on the larger side, and towered to nearly a third of Dana’s own height. Her wings, though folded, alternated between a white patched pattern and a deep mahogany brown. Her beak was colored a black-tipped ivory and her eyes were sharp and golden. As Dana’s daemon, she was Dana’s complement and most trusted friend. Julienne looked over her curiously, inclining her head.

“Are you nervous?” asked Julienne. She was perceptive to her companion’s feelings, as all daemons were.

“I’m not nervous,” she replied.

“There’s a humming feeling. Dana, are you sure you’re not nervous?”

“I’m not nervous. Nervousness implies apprehension, and I’m not apprehensive.”

“Hmm,” hummed Julienne. “Are you excited, then?”

“I suppose so. Mostly I’m curious as to the nature of this assignment. Debunking seems straightforward, but what will we be facing?”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see."

The elevator dinged, and the door opened into the basement hallway. The hall was dimly lit and bordered with metal shelves and old boxes of files. At the very end of the hall was a door to a basement office bearing a placard saying: Special Agent Fox Mulder.

Like the sound of her heels on the basement tile, she knocked on the office door.

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😂 wyd when your padawan develops beef with a 30cm swamp toddler force help us

✨🌙  ART LOG ->  @404ama

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in my txf era now

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The best tragedies will have you thinking "I wish it could've gone any other way" and "this is the only way it could've ended" at the same time

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The thing about X-Files is that you watch, again, literally the first three episodes and Mulder & Scully are already deeply unhinged for each other in a truly fascinating way. but. then you get to season 6. and they've never been so married. Mulder does NOT gaze at Scully but he does say her name in his sleep. Scully cannot fall in love because she's already in love. The baseball scene. The ice cream. She'd kiss him if he wasn't so ugly. Undercover married couple. The baseball scene. This list is not intensive. It's ✨ their season. ✨

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anyway re: the second to last reblog it is genuinely crazy how the default position in america is the sense that the military is inherently deserving of admiration and respect and early boarding on planes and discounts at fucking applebees or whatever just on the basis of being In The Military. they don't even have to do anything, fucking tyler who's 18 and just enlisted yesterday in a Brave Warrior of Democracy now and he deserves our respect. and this shit is bipartisan. you have to be soooooo far dirtbag left before it's okay to even lightly suggest that Maybe The Military Shouldn't Do All That, let alone that it shouldn't exist and that you don't think people should get any kind of hero worship for signing up to occupy a foreign country and kill civilians on demand. and it's doubly insane because the government so badly doesn't give a fuck about actual veterans, like so so so many of them are disabled or addicted or unhoused or whatever and they receive like. little to no support for it. but the CONCEPT of someone being in the military is supposed to make you nut with patriotism and if you hate the military it's obviously because you're commie scum. stupid ass theme park of a country.

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Most infuriating part of writing is having an idea and thinking oh, this is gonna be so good and wanting to IMMEDIATELY share the vision with other people because it's gonna be good but then you start writing it down and - it is gonna be good. Except. It is also gonna take so, so, so long to finish. And in the meantime. You are the only one with The Vision. Alone. Losing your mind. 😭

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Seraphine Saintclair, “Sanctuary of Nautilus”

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how long do we think Mulder was workshopping "FBI's most unwanted"? and how dorkily thrilled do we think he was when he got to debut The Bit to his pretty new coworker

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ooh so you like my blog? name five of my fetishes

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No, no, and NO.

AO3 does not live in “the cloud” because that is other people’s computers, and other people’s computers are vulnerable to censorship.

AO3 is on its own computers. It does still have to be housed somewhere, and I suppose a determined enough hater could try to find that place and go after it, but it’s a lot harder than sending spurious complaints to Amazon or whomever going “BadWrong things are hosted on your cloud service!”

Owning the servers is a core tenet of OTW/AO3.

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may 2025 • pompeii

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haven’t posted scully art in forever so here is a little sketch :)

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the level where the truth lay

Chapter 1: 11k | Read on Ao3

Finally!! This has been in the works forever. There’s a bit of the first part below the cut, and the rest is on ao3 :) The original post regarding this WIP premise is here.

Dana Scully and her golden eagle daemon, Julienne, are suddenly transferred away from her teaching post at the FBI Academy to work on a unsolved case within a spooky division. In her assignment, she meets Fox Mulder and his daemon. As they race to solve cases that no one else will dare to handle, souls and consciousness collide.

With Julienne perched on her arm, Dana Scully exited Section Chief Scott Blevins office quickly, her new heels clacking sharply on the laminated floor as she did. A week prior, she had been notified that she was being reassigned from her place at the F.B.I. Academy in Quantico to the J. Edgar Hoover F.B.I. headquarters in D.C. Until five minutes ago, the nature of this assignment had been unknown to her. Dana Scully, M.D., had been transferred away from her post as a forensic pathologist in the Quantico teaching laboratory to work with Fox Mulder, the famed psychological profiler turned man-with-a-mission.

That mission was, apparently, using Bureau resources to hunt for extraterrestrials. At least, that was what the gossip said, though Section Chief Blevins words in the office had nearly confirmed it. Dana wondered how large the purview was of the aforementioned area “outside of the bureau mainstream”. Though Agent Mulder was renowned for his skill in profiling and his additions to criminal psych literature, he had a less than charitable reputation in F.B.I. spheres. Called “crazy” by some and “spooky” by most, he had established his own department in hopes of explaining unexplained cases that he called X-Files—the department to which Dana and Julienne were now headed.

Dana walked to the nearby elevator and pressed the button on the wall with her free hand. The doors slid open to reveal a dismal old box with orange lighting that smelled faintly of cigarette smoke. The doors slid shut, and the elevator thumped as it descended.

On her arm, Dana’s daemon Julienne, a golden eagle, ruffled her feathers upwards and swiped her beak over the tip of her wing. She was a regal bird with bright tawny feathers crowning her head and a massive dark auburn body. For a daemon of her form, Julienne was on the larger side, and towered to nearly a third of Dana’s own height. Her wings, though folded, alternated between a white patched pattern and a deep mahogany brown. Her beak was colored a black-tipped ivory and her eyes were sharp and golden. As Dana’s daemon, she was Dana’s complement and most trusted friend. Julienne looked over her curiously, inclining her head.

“Are you nervous?” asked Julienne. She was perceptive to her companion’s feelings, as all daemons were.

“I’m not nervous,” she replied.

“There’s a humming feeling. Dana, are you sure you’re not nervous?”

“I’m not nervous. Nervousness implies apprehension, and I’m not apprehensive.”

“Hmm,” hummed Julienne. “Are you excited, then?”

“I suppose so. Mostly I’m curious as to the nature of this assignment. Debunking seems straightforward, but what will we be facing?”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see."

The elevator dinged, and the door opened into the basement hallway. The hall was dimly lit and bordered with metal shelves and old boxes of files. At the very end of the hall was a door to a basement office bearing a placard saying: Special Agent Fox Mulder.

Like the sound of her heels on the basement tile, she knocked on the office door.

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Kidnapped and experimented on by aliens but I was in the control group so nothing happened

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Ugh, ✨them✨