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do you have any gossamer specific fanfic recs?

Collector's Edition: A Gust of Gossamers

I do, indeed! :DDD

Decided to pick authors who have crossover with each other, be it collaborations or dedicated mentions.

**Note**: There will be typos-- will edit them out later.

Loose chronological order below~

msk's

Home by Another Way

Neither of his parents had offered to come, so she'd stayed in North Carolina though it meant a run in with Blevens.

"You should have been with your family. Not hanging around my hospital room."

Truth be told, part of her hadn't wanted to come home and face the sadness.

Post Beyond the Sea Mulder and Scully bond over their fathers.

Final Arrangements

He'd insisted on bringing her home from the hospital, even though her mother had offered. Scully had sensed that it was important to him and had suggested her mother spend some time with Bill before he had to return to California.

Post Redux II Mulder finds Scully's pre-Gethsemane funeral plans.

The Brixton Witch by Kel & msk 

She paused for a moment, one hand on the car door and waited for the lightheadedness to fade. Her hesitation wasn't lost on Mulder, who shot a concerned glance in her direction....

It wasn't as if she could order her body to hustle that cellular repair because she was tired of feeling cold all the time. If it wasn't for her silk-blend long underwear, she'd be shivering in the late October breeze.

She firmly shut the car door, and strode toward the shop. Mulder overtook her, reaching around to push the door open.

Post Redux II Scully and Mulder investigate a haunted bakery.

And So It Goes

I sat up, heart pounding, gasping for breath as Mulder stumbled into the room. His hair was sticking up in the back like a rooster's comb, and if I wasn't having a breakdown, I would have laughed. "A bad one?" he asked.

"I give it a nine." I ran a shaky hand through my hair as Mulder brought me a glass of water from the bathroom.

"Yeah, but I bet you can't dance to it," he quipped as he handed me the glass and sat next to me on the bed. I took a long drink and wondered why people bring you water when you're upset. He rubbed my back as I took deep breaths and felt my heart try to escape my chest. "Which one was it? The one on the examining table?"

I bitterly regretted telling him about that particular horror show.

Post One Son Scully and Mulder investigate another abductee case.

Mezzo Luna

"I think Carmela's emotions were carried through the food she cooked to the people who ate it. She was angry when she made the ravioli, and the people who ate it became enraged." He sat back and folded his arms, as if daring her to take her best shot.

Scully took a sip of her club soda and fought a smile.

Mulder and Scully investigate a town embroiled with heightened emotions (and confront a few of their own.)

"The Freedom Squad Birthday by Kel & msk 

"He wants a Freedom Squad Battle Fortress."

"I'm sure he'll like that mitt just fine."

Mulder was grinding the ball into the glove, forming the pocket. Which really wasn't necessary, but still, that's what a guy does with a new glove.

"I went to World O' Toys and Big Box Toys in Alexandria. I called a couple of stores in Arlington. I didn't get very far."

"He didn't give you much notice," Doggett said. As in, maybe if you talked to him more than once a month, you would have known earlier.

AU-- Post Existence Mulder is unstable, flaky, and constantly in and out of Scully and William's life.

mimic117's

Supermarket Sweep

Why don't they include this in the training? Especially for guys. It's gonna come up at some point. It's inevitable. You get comfortable with each other. You trust each other. You'd even die for each other. So why shouldn't you do this one little thing, too? Easy, right?

Wrong.

There's too many choices.

S1 Mulder is sent on a period shopping expedition.

One Another's Best

"I miss her, Mulder."

He places his hand on her sleeve.

"I know."

Post Paper Clip Mulder understands why Scully is snappy at work.

War Stories

How do you burn a ring inside a shirt cuff? He just smirked when I asked about that one.

He does that a lot. Never really explains anything, just shrugs or smirks.

Post Bad Blood Mulder's dry cleaner is used to regular damage.

Imperfect Penance

It's a dangerous assignment, I won't kid you about that. I knew what I was getting into from the start, although I wasn't happy about going in without backup. Still, Skinner was right. I couldn't risk the operation just because I feel naked without her next to me. But she found out anyway. Wish I could have seen her worming the details out of Skinner.

Pine Bluff Variant Mulder is glad to have Scully on the "in."

Getting By

It took a moment to achieve upright and stable, but once she did, Scully found she could shuffle with the best of the octogenarians. She'd made it around the bed, on a steady course to reach the door in under twenty minutes, when she remembered two things. One, there was someone in her apartment. Chances were really good that it was just her mother, who'd called the previous night and used her maternal radar to deduce her child's state of health. But two, she couldn't be sure of that and her gun was safely locked away in her end table. She turned and looked. Way back there. On the other side of the bed.

She swiveled slowly toward the door again and caught sight of the baseball bat standing in the corner.

S6 (or S7) Scully is very sick... and very loopy.

Jersey-deviled

"So *anyway*.... I'd just gotten close to the door when it opened again. The woman standing there yelled, 'Hey! Come on in!' and hauled me into the room."

"Did you get her description?"

"I already told you I didn't. It happened too fast, and once I was inside the room, I was mobbed."

"Right. I forgot."

Mulder and Scully, on the road with concussion stories.

Jaded

"Well, you're not upsetting me, Miss, uh..."

Ms. Cool Cucumber doesn't like it when Hotshot has to remind her of my *real* last name. Wish I could see the look she gave him. She's the one in control here and she seems to think I'm hiding something.

First Person Shooter's Jade Afterglow has thoughts after Scully and Mulder's interrogation.

Coming up Roses

"Look on the bright side, Mulder."

"Is there a bright side?"

"Of course there is. This time you weren't hurt enough to need drugs, so I won't have to listen to your snoring at night."

"Sez you. And I do not snore."

"Yes you do."

"No I don't."

Mulder is scratched up by rose bushes.

Chip Off the Old Block, Chip Off The Old Block 02 - Serendipity, Chip Off The Old Block 03 - Veracity, and Chip Off The Old Block 04 - Duplicity

Trading glances with Mulder, Charlie took on the task of deflecting his sister's annoyance. "We were almost mugged coming out of the gym, Sis. No big deal. We just didn't want to worry you."

"Yeah." Mulder dove through the loophole he'd been handed. "It was just some hop-head trying to score a little cash. We got the bad guy, the cops took him away, and we're both fine. End of story."

Glaring from one man to the other, Scully crossed her arms and lowered her brows. "Why do I get the feeling there's something else you're not telling me?"

AU-- Post Existence Mulder, Scully, and William are awash in Charlie Scully misadventures. (Turns out, William's little powers are genetic.)

Emily Sim's

Aeviternal

He closed the door and scooped up his jacket and a sweater he'd left on the couch. They joined other discarded parts of his wardrobe on his bed. Good to know the bed was good for something.

Post Fire Mulder ruminates on the word 'love'.

Softly

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. It thrums through his body with every beat of his heart, with every step that he takes towards her hospital room. How many times over the years has he done this? He’s only been gone a few minutes to grab some food for himself, but he can’t shake eight years’ worth of hospital visit paranoia from his shoulders.

Existence Mulder keeps watch over Scully and their son in the hospital.

Satchie's

Dancing with Mephistopheles

"You've sustained an injury to your left anterior cerebral artery, which has caused some hemorrhaging into your brain. That's why you're having speech difficulties and the weakness on your right side. We're going to repair the damaged artery and evacuate the clot."

Brain surgery? You've really outdone yourself this time, Mulder.

Post Demons Mulder realizes that it was Scully's blood, not her tears, on his shirt.

Renaissance de Mal 

Scully glanced back at the abandoned vehicle. "Don't move. I'll bring the car over here and get you situated. Then we'll go to the emergency room."

Mulder gingerly flexed his limb. "Nah. I think it's okay. I just need to work out the kinks. Probably twisted it funny or something."

"Uh huh. It's the 'or something' that worries me.

S5 Mulder adds another injury to his list while chasing after a demon dog.

Claimed

Scully frequently volunteered to handle this unpleasant task, but his misplaced guilt prevented him from accepting her gracious offer this time. For crying out loud, he nearly died simply because he went to an out-of-town basketball game. It was so senseless and humiliating. No, he would fight this battle alone.

Mulder's insurance company has no mercy.

In Extremis

The worst part of my decline is having to face my trials alone. So many times I've debated whether or not to tell Scully about my illness, but I can't seem to arrive at a decision. For crying out loud, she's a doctor. Sooner or later she's bound to notice the subtle clues of my deterioration. Do I honestly believe I can keep this from her until the bitter end? No matter how I check out, she's going to be heartbroken.

AU-- Pre-Requiem Mulder is too afraid to tell Scully about his brain disease.

Jenna's

IOU

We spend the next few hours reliving the past 22 years through my eyes. I tell her everything, but mostly about my time spent with Scully and all that has happened to us over the last two years. She finally has gained the nerve to ask "the" question.

"This Scully, is she is a "partner?" Or is she is a "partner, partner?"

AU-- Mulder and Samantha root around in their parent's attic.

Amy's

Where are You, China Blue?

"Listen to me."

He looked off, annoyed.

"You're not listening."

"Yes, I am."

"Then stop it, Daddy. Just hear me out. I don't care anymore. I don't care. It used to be fun. It used to be this great game. 'Don't get caught, Sammy', you'd say. It was great. My whole life was great. Until last week, I thought it was going to be that way forever."

AU-- Post Redux II Samantha is sick and tired of the games.

Through the Mist

You approach my body. I expect to find shock, horror and sadness etched within every line of the face I know better than my own. Instead you are smiling, you approach me as you have every other day of our friendship, your eyes take in my body with reverence, a small smile is dancing on your lips. Your arms are held behind your back and as you approach the bed I can see the little game you have intended to play. A date. The remembrance of the word is almost unbearable. Your smile grows as you present my corporeal self with the bouquet from behind your back. I can hear you lightly mocking me, laughing at the fact that I had said that fortunes would come between us and normality. You are out to prove me wrong, not out of vengeance or spite, but because that is how you and I grow and move forward.

AU-- Scully's spirit watches a broken Mulder take her body home.

The Sybarite Collective's Jabberwocky

Mulder's eyes moved from Sybil to Scully. "Fro--Melvin said you had information. What's up?" he asked, the lack of expression in his voice expressing the utmost suspicion.

Sybil leaned forward, and the lazy drawl was nearly gone from her voice. "I think the company I work for is running insurance scams with the undead."

Post Bad Blood Scully and Mulder find themselves-- courtesy of the Lone Gunmen-- investigating another suspicious Texan town.

Tesla's (Site)

Get Up, Mulder

He rolled onto his side. He still had his gun. What was the problem? He felt blood trickling from his scalp. Someone must have sapped him. He was such an idiot. He wiggled his fingers, tried to send a message to his feet. They moved. Good. Houston, we have movement.

"Scully?" he said, tentatively. He was in a parking deck. Something about a suspicious sale of fertilizer. Great. Wonderful. He knew Kersh wanted to kill him, but he had thought it would be death by boredom.

FTF and S6 Mulder's many "passing out" adventures.

After the Ship

"When a man has to start all over again----when a profiler, who sees evil everywhere, has to start over again- ---how do you rejoin the world?"

Black's eyebrows twitched once. "Ah," he said. "But I have a connection to the world. I have my daughter."

Mulder grimaced.

Black reached in his pocket for a couple of dollars. "Yes, Agent Mulder, I'm luckier than you. You have to find your way back without a lifeline."

Post Three Words Mulder remains disconnected, dully wondering if he's a clone.

Kel's No Longer at Ease Here

He looked over at me, nodded, and turned back to look out the window.

"If that's true, you have my deepest sympathy," he said.

If that's true. Like I'm a liar.

"Squamash, Pennsylvania. Sound familiar?" I asked him.

That got his attention.

Vienen Doggett tells Mulder about his own experience with death.

Kmom's How I Want The X-Files To End

"Scully? You awake?"

"Sure, Mulder, I'm awake." The voice is deadpan. "I'm always awake at... uh... 3:35 am."

"Well, I was wondering... "

"What else is new? Make it quick."

"Do you think it's possible for dinosaurs to still be walking the earth somewhere?"

Post Existence Mulder and Scully have an early morning conversation about reinstatement.

bcfan's

Party Line

At Mulder's hurt look, Scully swallowed and closed her eyes. Get a grip, she scolded herself. You usually love his brilliance and energy. Thinking back to yesterday's discussion - childhood report card comments - Scully remembered she'd shared "plays well with others." Mulder had countered with "has a low tolerance for repetition."

That's the key, Scully decided. I have to find a way to pull us both out of this miasma of snarkiness. I have to give Mulder something new and different to think about.

Post Firewalker quarantine slumber party.

Wired

"I'm enlisting your help on a field assignment, but it's going to be undercover. Can you get away unofficially for a few days?"

"Well, I have some back vacation time coming. Agent Scully, might I ask-"

"No. I'm on an unsecured line. Drop off whatever paperwork you need to fill out and meet me in your own car - not a Bureau car, Agent Pendrell - at the food court of the Key Mall in Frederick. It's about 40 miles from D.C. Do you know where it is?"

"I'm sure I can find it. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Scully nodded. She still had one friend in the FBI.

Wetwired Scully is on the run, calling up Pendrell for help and fleeing to her mother's.

Bon Voyage with an Open Book

"No, I'm thinking about early humans. It must have been confusing for the first people to dream - to go somewhere without going."

"I never thought of that before."

Mulder throws his arm over his eyes and murmurs. "I don't want to go somewhere anymore, Scully. It's too hard."

"Mulder, I'm coming over."

Post Paper Hearts Scully drops by with a present.

Hanukkah

Scully spotted it on a dusty shelf at a gas station QuikiMart, propped next to boxes of tinsel and faded red and green ornaments. A quick decision later, the miniature menorah was tucked into her plastic bag with sunflower seeds and a lottery ticket promising 38 million dollars.

Mulder looked surprised as he examined her offering.

"For good luck," she murmured.

Post Kaddish Scully buys Mulder a menorah.

Twin Paradox, A New Interpretation

"Perfect timing, Mulder. No haircut, but I just got rid of three days worth of beard. How are you feeling?" Scully again held the water to Mulder's lips as she spoke.

"Better," he quietly replied, then gestured weakly with his hand. "Roses?"

"From my mother. Don't worry, she signed my middle name on the card. I knew they were for you, though."

Mulder smiled, and Scully's heart turned over.

"I've been dreaming. Good dreams. You're in them, Scully."

Amor Fati Mulder recovers in an old folks' home.

The Breakfast Club

"I'm cooking this morning, Mulder. Do you have a toaster?"

"Of course. This place has all the accoutrements of civilized dining."

Scully stepped into the kitchen. "Where is it?"

Mulder squeezed around her and crouched low, fishing with long arms in the back of a bottom cabinet. "Ta da." He held up an avocado clunker from the 1970s, covered in grime.

Post Amor Fati Scully keeps Mulder well-fed during his recovery; and he begins to return the favor.

Pine-scented

The funny little Charlie Brown Christmas tree looked almost lovely if he squinted and turned his head sideways. Lights sparkled in the windows and soft music caressed the room. It was beginning to look a lot like happiness realized.

Will climbed on Mulder's lap as he sat cross-legged on the floor, taping wires to the branches so the baby couldn't pull on them. Will drooled on his shirt and grabbed his nose. "Gah."

Post Existence Christmas, with poop and romance.

Obfusc8er's

Mandates from Heaven by Obfusc8er & Xtreme Unction 

Mulder leaned against one of the columns, casually crossing one ankle over the other, and squinted. He was trying to make out the textual message in the shimmering, as he is wont to do every time he visits the Lincoln Memorial. As usual, the epistle hidden in the water eluded him. He and Samantha used to play this game as children, making up imaginary Pentateuchal directives during every visit to the national mall. He smiled at the memory of some of the more ridiculous mandates from heaven they pretended to see.

AU-- Pre-S1 Mulder sees a "happily ever after" doppelganger.

Spending Time

I close my eyes briefly, trying to blink away the encroaching fog. I bite my lip until it bleeds. Even as I fade, I want her badly. She winds her hands together and shoves rhymically on my chest in a futile attempt at resuscitation. How lucky I am that my doctor is the pathologist who never says die.

Post Dod Kalm Mulder and Scully swap music requests after a night of nightmares.

True Reflections

Over here! Don't forget me! Mulder shouts silently.

"Okay. If I'm leaving anything behind, I'll just come by tomorrow to pick it up. I'll leave you alone now." She turns to leave.

He cannot take seeing her walk away right now, and he swallows hard.

"I don't want to be alone."

Post Grotesque Scully stands by her shaken partner.

Russian Roulette by Obfusc8er & bcfan 

The next time he awakens, Mulder bites his lip hard to keep silent, but he can't prevent the shakes.

Terma Mulder's stint in the Russian gulog.

Kiss and Makeup

"I got here as soon as I could. You sounded...lonely."

He lowered his eyes before saying the last word, unable to meet her gaze. She nodded at him, noting that he was no longer making an effort to pretend that his visit was anything but personal. She backed away a couple of steps, leaving the door wide open. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He stood fidgeting with the cuff of his trench coat, waiting for a cue, for a hint of what she needed from him. He was willing to do anything for her.

She wanted to let him hold her, but a lump was growing in her throat. She was busy trying desperately not to cry in front of him.

Pre-Gethsemane Scully and Mulder have a frank conversation about her health.

Reverto Ad Noctum

I can smell your fear.

Detour-- the Mothman's perspectives.

Convergence

Everything is running smoothly, and it all results in a living being, itself interacting with other beings in much the same way the wandering atoms within it do. The organism moves, communicates with, and manipulates members of its own and other kinds to become a part of an always-jostling, writhing whole conglomeration clinging precariously to a tilted, rolling rock. The system is humming along nicely, taking care of itself quite well.

And then something goes terribly wrong. The steady fluid pressure inside the organism's network of blood vessels rises slightly, the heart pumping frantically. The adrenal glands release endocrine and adrenaline into the bloodstream, causing the blood to become a much more efficient oxygen carrier. The protein hasn't made it back to the lungs yet. The combination of speeding heartbeat and frantically pumping lungs makes the entire system shake and vibrate with anticipation.

Monday, and one of the many days Scully lived through.

Deus ex Machina

Her partner was staring at the low tree stump upon which Legere had been splitting wood. She walked toward him, stopping when she saw the subject of his inspection. The face of the stump was sawed off with a smooth surface. The gray weathered grains were stained black and brown in a starburst pattern. Scully leaned closer and squinted. The stain was more recent and thinned around the edges, revealing its true pigment. It was red.

"It's blood," she stated, mostly to herself.

S6 Scully (and Mulder) come face-to-face with a demon on one of Kersh's patrols.

Papercut

"Don't move, Mulder. I'm not yelling. You have a concussion...among other things."

He winced as he felt fat raindrops falling on him with stinging force. Everything before him was a blur. He waited, and Scully's form slowly took shape.

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

He looked at her, but his thoughts were clouded by pain in his head.

"Yeah. Fingers."

Scully finds her partner after he narrowly escapes a tornado.

One Man's Journey

I sense a wave of trembling pass through her frame as I marvel at the implausibility of our circumstances. Her head rests against my chest, against the very place where someone, or something, split me open and tried to remove my faith in her. When they realized they could not have that, they took everything else?

Post Three Words Mulder is desperate to keep Scully around while (temporarily) helpless to re-situate back to "normal."

Waddles52 and Little Bullit 89's Spectacular Lights and Chili Nights

"The injection should make you sleepy. I'm going to talk to the manager and find out where the closest medical facilities are. You need to be seen by a doctor."

"You're a doctor," he said sleepily. The phenergan was beginning to take effect.

"That's true, but in case you haven't noticed, the vast majority of my patients are dead.

AU-- Mulder and Scully, emergency appendicitis, and an important "I need you."

bellefleur's

Kiss of an Angel's Wings

Every time he closes his eyes, he sees her face. It's been like this for months now, maybe years, but never like tonight. Never like this. The memory of those baby blues riveted to him is seared into his soul.

Post Tempus Fugit Pendrell's last, besotted thoughts.

Iced

After the fact, it was hard for Scully to describe just what had occurred since it all happened so quickly. Ernie had just finished a rousing rendition of "Rubber Ducky," and as the music changed, the other characters emerged from the curtain, one by one, for the final number. Her focus, of course, had been on Big Bird, hoping for his sake that the show could end without incident. But as she watched him glide gracefully along behind Elmo in the long line of figures circling the ice, suddenly he broke formation and made a beeline for Oscar. With a dive at the garbage can, he and the Grouch slid toward the center of the rink, in a mangled pile of feathers and fur.

Post Detour Mulder and Scully are sent on an FBI undercover mission... as Sesame Street characters on ice.

When Cows Fly

Scully froze. She stopped breathing altogether, hoping that complete lack of motion would prevent him from waking further so that she could surreptitiously pull herself away. Slowly resuming her breathing, she began to plot another run at the alarm clock when a nearby rumbling startled her.

"If you wanted to cuddle you could've just asked."

Rain King Scully is flustered by Mulder's oblivious consumption of her space.

42 Flavors

Scully turned at Mulder's voice to see him pull up alongside her, and then she followed him out the door. One of the tables they had passed on the way in was now vacant, so they took their places in the wrought iron chairs flanking the matching round table.

"So, was it a good birthday, Scully?"

"Best one I've had in six months."

Post The Unnatural Mulder whisks Scully away to get gelato.

Combustion

She and her partner had faced this situation too many times, with one possibly losing the other permanently. Had this become almost mundane for them? To someone who had never faced this trauma before, the occasion magnified lost moments and things left unsaid. But for Scully, such thoughts had not even occurred to her, until now. Was it possible that she may never see Mulder again and never have the chance to express how she truly felt about him?

Mulder survives a bomb blast cave-in; and reunites with a relieved Scully, ready to take the next step.

In Heels

You'd think by now I'd be used to getting ditched, but with Mulder, it was never about gender. Sure, he was trying to protect me from taking the same stupid risks he was, but not because he thought I was a liability. That doesn't mean it didn't piss me off, but this--this one was a personal insult. And I don't like being insulted.

Mulder's swollen ankle prevents him from joining Scully and a misogynistic detective on the field.

Mother Love

Scully had invited him to join her and her mom for brunch that Sunday, but he politely declined and explained simply, "There's something I have to do." She accepted his excuse without question, perhaps understanding, or simply respecting his need to open up to her in his own time.

Post Sein und Zeit Mulder visits Tena Mulder's grave for Valentine's Day.

Triple Returns

"The Son."

Scully and Hughes both turned to look at Mulder who had now moved into the living room and was standing over the tape outlining where the body had fallen.

"Pardon me?" Hughes inquired.

"The Son. Daniels was the only son in his family, just like the second victim of each trio before. The original killers saw themselves as an unholy trinity, and they killed along the same pattern."

AU-- S7 Mulder and Kristen Kilar meet again.

Visceral

Your focus turns back to the steel pan containing the most poetic of my earthly remains. You place it inside the frame of the scale then write down the weight. You set my heart on the cutting board and pick up a long knife, your actions practiced and controlled, almost mechanical. The blade presses against the mottled epicardium, expressing thick, clotted blood from the vessels. But you pause, held back by something invisible and unspoken, your masterful hands trembling. Turning, you look at my opened body, my innermost self exposed. A few clear drops run from beneath your mask, dripping onto the front of your gown, mingling there with a smear of red.

Post All Things Daniel Waterston selfishly watches Scully autopsy his dead body.

Then Comes Marriage

"C'mon, Scully, it'll be fun. The lights, the magic. There's no other place like it on earth."

AU-- Mulder and Scully accidentally get married in Vegas.

Arms Wide Open

It hits me again: We did it. We made a life. I can't believe it.

And once more I laugh to myself in disbelief and start crying. This seems to be an automatic response for me.

AU-- Requiem Mulder wasn't abducted; and bolts from room after being told the surprise news.

Easter Vigil

All she knows for sure is that he was dead. She held his lifeless body. She touched his decaying flesh. She stood watch as they sealed him in the casket and then lowered him into the ground.

He was dead. And then he wasn't.

He is risen.

Deadalive Scully thinks of her waxing and waning faith in miracles.

Simple Man

The moment was interrupted as Will emerged from his room and rejoined them. It was Mulder who first noticed him, and Scully followed his gaze. Their son was now wearing jeans, a Yankees shirt, a ballcap, and his baseball mitt--the way he usually dressed when his father took him to the park to play catch.

AU-- Post Existence Mulder and Scully discuss his childhood while William changes his Halloween costume.

Is There a Doctor in the House?

Mulder was standing on his desk, holding something above his head, apparently installing...

"Ceiling tiles? Mulder, what are you doing?"

He almost fell off the desk, startled by her presence, but she quickly reached out to steady him. He smiled sheepishly and climbed off the desk.

AU-- IWTB Mulder keeps putting off his doctorate.

truthwebothknow1's

Natiruvaaq

He tried to cut through the fog that left his mind in a painful vice.

Mulder, caught in the fog.

Echoes

Her aunt had been bugging her for months about coming over to spend a few days and finally meet her.

S6 (or S7) Scully vacations in Ireland, where she not only finds her own X-File but runs into her partner.

Enchanted Shores

The soft crunch of feet through wet sand broke her out of her reverie as her partner approached her, grinning like a little boy bringing her a natural sea treasure.

The man with the child in his eyes.

S6 (or S7) Mulder and Scully take a lovely dovey trip to Maine.  

Home Alone

He stood at the lip of the stairs swaying and was feeling quite disorientated when the downstairs phone ringing tore a path through the cotton in his head. His good foot shifted inadvertently onto the first step but his toes could not dig into the carpet enough to stop his forward momentum. A final sway and his crutches slipped from his grasp with a clatter and he pitched forward, too shocked and slacked jawed to cry out. The hall flooring came up to collide with his nose at an alarming speed just as the answering machine kicked in.

Mulder gets into progressively worse scrapes on Valentine's Day, resulting in Maggie's arrival, Scully and Skinner's panic, and a reporter's opportunistic attempt to snap a photo.

My December

And then they found him.

Mainly because the puddle of red stood out in stark contrast to the endless white. Fortunately, they'd spotted his limp body wedged upside-down against a snow-covered rock before the last gimlet slither of light vanished over the next mountain. Only Mulder could render himself trussed up like some macabre raspberry ripple snowball....

AU-- S7 Mulder is wrapped up in barbed wire after a disastrous car accident. With no other recourse, Skinner and Scully prepare to pull it out themselves.

If I Close My Eyes Forever and Vortex

He was so excited at the thought of revisiting his old haunts and he hadn't really come down since. He called it his Oxford beat. Scully had nearly fallen out of the boat, laughing as he said it. They nearly both ended up in the river. Good memories, he was going to need them, they both were.

A sudden slither of melancholy caught her in the ribs. His hand tugging gently at hers brought her out of her reverie.

AU-- Mulder wakes from a dreamworld, nearly debilitated with serious injuries. Scully takes him to England to help him move on from the FBI; and the two-- of course-- stumble across an x-file.

Si la vie est un cadeau

I'm not the Close Encounter hero, but I'm close to something...terrible. I'm Fox William Mulder... the most colossal looser of all time. I am both found and at the same time irrevocably lost to you...to this. And I want...no need to think that I didn't have a choice, ...like Sam, that all this was inevitable for some universal goodness concept, which somehow got lost or derailed along the way. I made the choice Scully, but was it mine to begin with? Was this not ordained long ago by happenstance of my birthright? When I think of what I've cost you...

Maybe I deserve all this; perhaps everything was leading to this, in some divine plan that was kept secret from us. Though I'm sure you would be the first to tell me that, God doesn't use power tools against helpless living flesh.

S8 Mulder recounts the temporary bouts of reprieve he'd feel amidst the trauma of his torture.

BONUS

I can't bounce from this list in good conscience without mentioning Vickie Moseley and Donna and Sheryl Martin and RocketMan and Cecily Sasserbaum and prufrock's love, authors I've put a lot of hours into. However, since Tumblr has limits on links per post, I'll merely suggest you search their names (e.g. #Vickie Moseley) on this blog; and limit this rec to a fic I became reacquainted with today.

prufrock’s love/plenilune’s (Ao3, Gossamer, WBM, colonizationhq)  

Malebolge 

"I'm not eating a bat, Mulder. We don't have any food, no drinkable water, and you've got to be freezing. Better start climbing, partner."

"I wanted to wait until you were awake - to make sure you were okay before I left you." He's on his knees, facing me, very close. I can feel the heat radiating off him in the darkness like an aura and a warm hand touches my good shoulder. "You know I care about you, don't you, Scully?"

Something was very wrong if Mulder was saying this while kneeling on my wet trench coat, half-dressed, in a cave. Maybe he hit his head - that usually precedes declarations of his love.

"I know you do, Mulder. Just go."

"Do you love me?" He'd found my hand, holding it tightly in his.

Bad wrong.

"You know I do. What's wrong, Mulder?"

AU-- Mulder and Scully (and a tour guide) become trapped in an underground cave-in, and slowly realize they're not getting out.

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[lokisgoodgirl]

I started the Satchel Steve series the other day. Then last night I was running errands and the radio dj announced that these abominations are being marked as "belted satchels." I could not stop laughing.

I

Am

HOWLING

I feel like the whole Satchel Steve situation is encoded into a few of my core mutuals from way back when and the rest of you guys are like

(but it comes from here -he's basically the first Steve I wrote and is now my entire HC of Steve I just can't with him any other way))

So THANK YOU for taking the plunge into his world, full of so much embarrassment and Loki related desire 😂💼 long may he reign. Although i think a belted satchel might send him over the edge.

Actually no, because in his book...all satchels should be belted!!Lest they be sneezed in😂

[xxtraspoiledfujoshi]

Bromance recommendation: High and Low & High and Low the worst

A fujoshi knows okay, we KNOW

[salamander-eggs]

[tillman]

hai hubby

I dont even wanna hear hai from the lady taking deep sniffs of other mens pussies.

[faeryaesther]

Klaka siel beriya nak final semua mas lagi noh jumpa satchi menggeletis

[mymakersgrain]

[jaejoongs-nipple-piercing]

@emeraldbabygirl and me:

[radio-fmm]

Kitchen counter

Fluff drabble + gn reader

Masterlist

Law almost jumps out of his skin when he spots you drowsy on the kitchen counter, alone in silence underneath the white lights of the submarine, almost like a lucid dream

He approaches you from behind, keeping silent

He towers over you even when sitting down, his eyes wonder on your peaceful face, eyes closed, hand under your chin while the other stays clinging to your cup of tea

You hate tea, you must’ve been desperate, looking for a cure to your sleepless night

He admires you for a while, not noticing he may appear a little bit creepy just staring, but you look just so effortlessly dreamy

“I can feel you staring, Captain” you mutter, your voice soft like a summer breeze, but it shakes Law to his core

He takes a step back and panics, but as your giggles meets his ears, he relaxes, a smirk forming in his lips as he decides to sit beside you

“Sleeping on the kitchen won’t help you rest better” you let out a tired sigh, your head turning to your Captain

When your eyes meet, Law can’t help but wonder if you always look at him the way you’re looking at him now, full of adoration, like he’s the answer to all of your problems

The calmness of the late night allows him to unravel, savoring the moment of your shared presence, bodies tired and souls alight

“I just had a long day”

He knew this. At very early hours of the day, he had heard your loud screaming trough the hallways of the sub, bashing over Satchi and Penguin who had thrown away an important paper you had been working on when they were tasked with cleaning your office

So you had to redo the whole paperwork

Because of this, you were late for dinner and the worst thing imaginable had happened, you didn’t get any dessert

Your favorite part of the day

Suddenly, Law feels a weight on his shoulder, he turns to see your head nuzzled on his side, eyes lost looking at the emptiness of the kitchen. A new feeling forms in his heart, he can feel it reeling going a mile per minute, warmth irradiates from his flushed face, and even though this feeling is new and alien, he likes it

Another silence falls over both, but this one’s different, this one is sweet, homely and welcome, a silence that speaks louder than any words could

Scared, Law allows his head to fall over yours, the way his body fits with yours in prefect harmony makes his heart swell. He closes his eyes and prays for this moment to remain forever, he wants you all to himself like this everyday

After a while, your weight falls slack, he peeks to see you completely asleep. He smiles to himself, a hand traveling to push away the lost strands of hair, showing him a full picture of your beautiful face

Big mistake

Another wave of that same emotion he felt moments ago washes over him, what were you doing to this poor man?

What was he to do now?

Ever so gently, he removes his arm to support your back while the other goes down to your feet so he can pick you up bridal style, keeping you close to his chest. As he walks you to your room, he feels you clenching at his shirt, looking for his warmth

He lets you down light as a feather, but a part of him doesn’t want to let go, a part of him wants to take you away

He peeks at Ikkaku’s bed praying to every god above that she hasn’t woken up, to his delight she is fast asleep without a care in the world. He tucks you in with the outmost care, before he stares at you yet again, burning this moment into his memory

“Good night” he whispers, making his way out to his bed

As he drifts to sleep he wonders if having you by his side every night would help you sleep better

It’ll help him sleep better that’s for sure

[cyborg-franky]

Keeping a surprise a secret

They completely forget about it themselves so it's a surprise for BOTH of you. Marco, Sabo, Zoro, Brook

Is so painfully smug about it you just know something is going to happen even if they don't -say- a damn thing. Marco, Law, Doffy, Sir Crocodile, Robin, Rayleigh

Chill about it, so chill you don't think they even care. Izou, Law, Mihawk, Nami

Great at secrets and surprises. Izou, Killer, Corazon, Mihawk, Nami, Robin, Jinbei

Loves taunting you 'Oooh I have such a surprise for you!' Ace, Thatch, Satchi, Koala, Sanji, Franky, Luffy, Perona

Tries to be chill but is stood there sweating buckets. Deuce, Penguin, Buggy

Blurts it out -10 chill points. Penguin, Satchi, Brook [when he remembers] Luffy, Roger, Buggy

Tries to throw you off 'Nah, not got anything planned' and fools you. Kidd, Killer, Sir Crocodile, Nami,

Tries to throw you off 'Pffft me? have something planned? nooo' and you see through that BS in a second. Ace, Thatch, Sanji, Perona

Lies and avoids the subject. Deuce, Sabo, Buggy

[randomfoggytiger]

Collector's Edition: Mulder's POV (Part I)

Here's a few first-person fics for your enjoyment.

Loose chronological order below~

@eggschiptune/@ferdieylisse's until it ends (Tumblr)

“Mulder! I need your help!” had come Scully’s strangled voice from the receiver, interspersed with a barrage of awful knocking and shattering noises. In that instant he had been 12 years old again and just as helpless. 

One Breath Mulder's evolving thoughts.

David Hearne's

A Petition to Heaven

I wasn't just worrying about a woman who had survived the poison injected into her body. I had a bad feeling about this investigation. This one, I kept thinking, is not going to end happily. This one will have few survivors.

Firewalker Mulder frantically runs back to his partner.

Nine

11:19

Please, Scully. You've always come through in a clutch for me before. Don't fail me now.

10:52

FTF Mulder stares down a bomb.

Agent L's

Mystery Date

All right, so I'll make it up as I go along. Not much different than the rest of my life.

AU-- Post-Small Potatoes Mulder and Scully blunder through his wooing attempts.

Unlikely Intercessor

I could imagine her here, sitting primly in the pew on Sunday morning, dressed in something feminine and pretty. She would rise and sit at the appropriate times, sing the hymns in her off-key voice and give herself up to the ancient, comfortable rituals. Most proper and sober, until the sun happened to strike one of the stained-glass windows at just the right angle, and cover her in rainbows. Then she would look up and smile with pure joy at being alive.

God, please restore her joy....

Post-Orison Mulder supports his partner.

Misinformed

Judging by the brief flight time and the bumpy landing, I'm guessing we're still on Planet Earth, although I have no idea where. They left the hood on as I was carried off the plane -- again by humans, unless aliens use colorful four-letter words and wear Old Spice cologne -- and put me wherever I am now. That was at least an hour ago by my calculations.

AU-- Post-Requiem Mulder comes face-to-face not with aliens, but with men.

And We Drown and The Journey Back

The first time I came here was to escape from the voices in my head, to find a quiet corner, to feel fresh air on my skin. To be alone. Yet I wasn't alone. The boy was here then, playing in the sand as boys will, patiently answering my questions about what he was doing. I helped him build the most beautiful sand sculpture...Then I woke up in the hospital, a bloody bandage wrapped around my head, with no recollection of how I got there, except for the woman who was with me. The woman with red hair....The woman....

I can't remember her name.

TINH Mulder rediscovers the boy on the beach.

Wish List

I want to go running.

I want to wake up and dress in the dark, stumble outside in the chilly pre-dawn air. Do a few stretches, feel the slow burn as my muscles wake up and obey my mind's commands. The shock of the pavement against my shoes, the concentrated effort of mind and body working together until the rhythm is comfortable, familiar. Autopilot at a quarter of a mile. Sometimes I focus on the run, on how my body feels, trying to regulate my breathing or push myself a little harder, a little faster. Sometimes I operate on muscle memory and my mind leaves my body behind to do its own workout. Free association. Stream of consciousness. Last night's game. The latest case. Life. Love. Death. The usual.

At this point, I'd settle for walking. Or even sitting up without assistance.

Post-Deadalive Mulder is impatient for release.

@amplifyme/wonderland/Lydia Bower’s

Affinity 2

I can remember every single detail of that night. I'll bet she can, too. We're on the outskirts of D.C. before another word is spoken. I just keep coming around to the same thing and it just keeps gnawing at me. I bite the inside of my cheek but it comes out anyway. "Hey, Scully. You really thought it was me that night. Right?"

She heaves a weary sigh. She's probably tired of answering the same questions. No, if that were the case, she would have answered my last one. It was something new and different.

Post-Small Potatoes Mulder and Scully slowly reconnect. (Part 2 to Affinity 01 [Ao3].)

Primal Sympathy

I don't cry for myself this time. I've shed enough selfish tears. And, anyway, it's not like I had a sterling reputation to begin with.

It's her I cry for. For what she'll have to go through. For what she's already suffered. For what she'll believe. Not yet knowing it's just another lie - another in an endless line of them going back more years than we've been alive.

I cry for her. Die for her.

AU-- Redux Mulder is swept up in the hybrids' counter-conspiracy, unable to tell his partner he's alive.

Satchie's

Dancing with Mephistopheles

"You've sustained an injury to your left anterior cerebral artery, which has caused some hemorrhaging into your brain. That's why you're having speech difficulties and the weakness on your right side. We're going to repair the damaged artery and evacuate the clot."

Brain surgery? You've really outdone yourself this time, Mulder.

Post-Demons Mulder wakes, alone.

Jenna's IOU

We spend the next few hours reliving the past 22 years through my eyes. I tell her everything, but mostly about my time spent with Scully and all that has happened to us over the last two years. She finally has gained the nerve to ask "the" question.

"This Scully, is she is a "partner?" Or is she is a "partner, partner?"

AU-- Post-Redux II Mulder and Samantha root around their childhood memorabilia.

Jamie Greco's Quirky (Gossamer)

She had an idea about making a fire to warm me, but it is a failure so she returns and begins to tug awkwardly at me. I don't know what she wants; but whatever it is, she can have it. I tell her I don't want to wrestle; but truth be told, I'd like nothing better. It turns out she wants to hold me in her arms, in her lap no less, and I have won the fortune's lottery.

Detour Mulder's thoughts while in shock.

syn's The Ending That I Wanted

Anyway, the mystery was solved, wasn't it?

It was over. My sister had been returned to me.

But it wasn't the ending that I wanted.

Post Modern Prometheus Mulder is struggling with current reality.

Alanna's Fortress

We continue to drive, not watching the clock, until I notice a sign for the exit to Tijuana in front of us. I take it. I don't know why, but I take it. The miles pass below us as the tires lull us into complacency. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice she is looking at me, so I turn my head. She smiles, softly, and squeezes my hand.

"Thank you, Mulder." I don't reply, but I know that I'm starting to witness the breakthrough.

Post-Emily Mulder and Scully and grief.

Rachel Anton's Just Words 01

Alright this pacing around the apartment thing is getting old. Time for a new task. Maybe I'll clean the grout in my tub. I'll bet she never gets grout.

Chinga Mulder hates weekends.

mimic117's

Imperfect Penance

It's a dangerous assignment, I won't kid you about that. I knew what I was getting into from the start, although I wasn't happy about going in without backup. Still, Skinner was right. I couldn't risk the operation just because I feel naked without her next to me. But she found out anyway. Wish I could have seen her worming the details out of Skinner.

Pine Bluff Variant Mulder is glad to have Scully on the "in."

Dawn's Restored

The kid's looking at me like *I'm* the bug, and I realize I've just completely lost track of time and the question. If he thinks I'm crazy now, wait until he hears my answer. With mild surprise, I notice I'm not really amused by the idea. Somehow, messing with his head doesn't hold its usual appeal.

Post Folie a Deux Mulder and Scully shakily recover in the aftermath.

(Part 2 to Broken [Ao3].)

Starbuck's One More Thing

It found you again, Scully. I fumbled with the hook for a few seconds, then reached my arms behind her to fasten the clasp. One hand remained behind her head, stroking her hair, while the other traced the gold of the chain as it rested against her chest, one finger remaining on the cross briefly before moving away.

AU-- FTF Mulder has unfinished business.

KatyBlue's Mortal Solicitude (Gossamer)

I pity the people who were on that flight from D.C. to New York with me. It's not that I bothered anyone. I couldn't even speak. I don't think that I said one word to anyone from the time I called the hospital until I made it there. But I maintained a dangerously precarious silence.

Tithonus Mulder directs his rage at one Agent Ritter.

Maria Nicole's Yesterday

I've missed you.

Ever since you were shot in New York, you've been quiet, and in the bullpen we can only discuss the work. I don't know what's going on with you, and that worries me.

Post-Tithonus Mulder works through the guilt of injuring his partner professionally, if not physically. (Part 2 to Maybe Today.)

Zephathah's Breathing in Time

"Just wanted to make sure you were still breathing."

She considers me for a moment, then closes her eye and takes a deep breath, filling her lungs completely before letting it out between rounded lips.

Her eye pops open again. "Yep, still going."

I smile at her, a big one this time. "Good."

Post-Monday Mulder hides away from a nightmare (in Scully's bed.)

J. T. Filipek's Title: Beautiful (Gossamer)

Suddenly the nightmare plays back in my mind-- highlights, like in a movie trailer. It's bad, even on the replay. I sit forward and rub my eyes with the heels of my hands, wincing a little at the pain. It's enough to distract me, to keep me from remembering.

Post Milagro Mulder hits upon two epiphanies: the proof of Scully's love and the mechanism of Padgett's powers.

Mish's (WBM) Memorable Hallway Moments

Call me weird, but I am *not* especially fond of hallways. And if you ask Scully, she would probably agree.

AU-- Post-The Unnatural Mulder and Scully deviate a little from canon.

Gwendolyn's Eight and Twelve

"An only child, huh?"

"Yes. An only child." Suddenly I felt Scully behind me; her gaze on my back was like a physical force. She had heard me. I was frozen in place, unable to turn around and face her.

Mulder is guilt-ridden by an easy lie.

MaybeAmanda/maybe_amanda's (xffics, LJ)

Sojourn (Gossamer)

In, out.

Tell yourself it's just like any other day, any other visit.

It's just Scully; you're just going to see Scully.

See if that helps.

IVF arc Mulder's nervous thoughts on his way to Scully's apartment.

Grave Goods (Gossamer)

My name is still on the headstone, of course. It marks the spot where, without question or Y-incision, she left me behind. Left me, in my favorite suit, under layers of sod and snow and sky, to rot.

Post Three Words Mulder takes a trip to his grave. (Similar to @cecilysass's masterpiece All The Dead Mulder, which is in third person.)

Under Construction (Gossamer)

Then I got the arms. The *pick-me-up* arms. The *you're-my-dad- and-the-toes-of-my-tiny-little-Reeboks-belong-in-your-abs-pick-me-up* arms. I shouldn't hesitate - I shouldn't have to hesitate - but I always do. Anytime Scully noticed, she tried hard to look like she was trying hard not to look pained, but I saw it, anyway. It wasn't that I didn't want to hold William - hold my son. It was just that, every time I reached for him, for an instant I was sure my arms were going to pass right through him and I'd find myself passed out on the cold cement floor of my cell again, clutching my chest and aching for all I'd lost. If the price I had to pay to keep this dream up and running was never really holding it, I was prepared to accept that.

But William wasn't. "Up!" he insisted, so I accommodated.

He was solid. Real. I'm his dad. His toes do belong in my abs.

AU-- S9 Mulder is returned to a saved world with a boatload of trauma (that he and Scully are doing their best to avoid.)

Susanne Barringer's

Chicken Cordon Bleu

Scully hates my meatloaf. I know it. She has never told me that, nor has she ever hinted at it, but I know it just the same. She tries to hide her disgust, but I cannot miss the struggle in her eyes, the intensity of her face, as she fights not to show it. I didn't notice at first; it was maybe the third or fourth time that I served meatloaf that the signs began to register.

Mulder revels in a game of bait-and-reward.

Simian Line

"Simian line, Scully. The heart and head line are chained instead of being separate. That can cause lots of problems. People with a simian line may have difficulty separating their intellectual desires from their emotional ones, and often spend their lives searching for something they never find. They're very single minded, and very intense." I hold up my hand. "I have one."

"Big surprise." The aforementioned eyebrow lifts to emphasize the sarcasm.

AU-- S9 Scully finds out her partner took William to a palm reading.

black.wood/Blackwood's Restored To Grace (Gossamer)

Still, all that was before: before Modell taught us how easily the mind is misled; before the illusion of normalcy with Emily was given and taken away; before an icy tomb nearly claimed her and a soujourn to the Ivory coast challenged her most sacred beliefs. Maybe Dana Scully had simply had enough of disillusionment and darkness. Maybe. But this time, she travels the path of reincarnation alone. That's what we do, Scully and I. After each encounter with the dark side, we lose ourselves and must find a way to regenerate into functioning human beings again.

Post-Orison Mulder and Scully have a hard but necessary conversation.

@contrivedcoincidences6/Spooky66/geektime66's Contemplating Death

I’d asked Scully to do the autopsy despite knowing the pain it would cause her. She was the only one I trusted and if this was a part of the conspiracy I needed her to do it.

She banned me from watching the autopsy so I sat in the dark at home waiting for her.

A glimpse into Sein und Zeit's characters.

Namarie's (LJ) Breathe

I was vaguely disgusted at the fact that I couldn't keep my hand from shaking a little as I held the glass to my mouth. That was probably at least partially due to residual adrenaline from my dreams, I thought. Luckily I managed to drink the water without choking. That hadn't been the case the first time I'd woken up tonight.

Brand X Mulder knows Scully will always save him.

Lolabeegood's Ten Things 01

The fourth time we slept together and I stayed at her house, it was a weeknight. We had been up late discussing a case and one thing lead to me waking up in her bed when the alarm went off at 6:15 am. Like at my place, I hit the snooze button and rolled back over to snuggle into the warmth of her nearly-naked body. Eight minutes later it went off again and she practically blindsided me with a fist as she tried to turn the alarm off.

Mulder enjoys observing Scully's domestic quirks.

@starbuck09256's Differences

Dana is still there hiding behind the long black lashes, the well tailor suits, she is hidden in silk pajamas, extra coffee and real cream cheese. Dana lurks at night in face masks and steals the covers and moans my name into the darkness.

Mulder reflects on his partner's work and home personas.

Suzanne Schramm's Le Chat

"Okay, Mulder, I'm curious." Scully doesn't look up from winding the spaghetti around her fork. "I have to know. What was your final wish?"

"You *have* to know?" I take a sip of water, watching her over the rim of the glass.

Post-Je Souhaite Mulder and Scully discuss wishes.

dee_ayy's Burdened

Dead and buried? For months? I wanted to shout and rail and scream and thrash and beg someone to tell me it wasn't true. But trapped in that still-worthless body, wedded to my plan of waiting out these constant assaults, of letting them pass until I was able to process them in my own time, all I could do was keep my eyes clenched tightly closed, and silently implore these women to leave me alone.

"You heard me, didn't you, Mr. Mulder?" she asked.

Leave. Just leave me alone. This, I was sure, was a burden I could not bear.

Post-Deadalive Mulder wakes to the horror of his abduction and resurrection.

Michelle Kiefer's Second Wind

It seems to be my fate to wake in hospital beds, repeating the experience over and over, perhaps until I get it right. Just about every time, I'd force my eyes open to find Scully, favoring me with a rare smile, holding my hand, touching my face. But she always seemed guarded, as if afraid that the next time, I might not wake at all. Maybe she has finally lived her worst nightmare.

Three Words Mulder can't get warm.

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Enjoy!

Looking for recs of character study fics from Mulder's POV. Anything that has to do with the original seasons, (no revival!). Thank you!

[salamander-eggs]

[faeryaesther]

haijian pulling unseeded satchi is crazy work

[pandemic-info]

Global Breakthrough: ... effective, inexpensive, and simple COVID-19 vaccine that can be stored at room temperature and administered as a nasal spray

News Release 21-Nov-2024

Peer-Reviewed Publication

Prof. Ronit Satchi-Fainaro's lab at TAU's Faculty of Medical and Health Sciences collaborated with Prof. Helena Florindo’s lab at the University of Lisbon to produce a novel nano-vaccine for COVID-19.

The nano-vaccine, a 200-nanometer particle, trains the immune system against all common COVID-19 variants, just as effectively as existing vaccines. Moreover, unlike other vaccines it is conveniently administered as a nasal spray and does not require a cold supply chain or ultra-cold storage.

https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1002/advs.202404159

Additionally, mice treated with siPD-L1 NV-8 (IN booster) exhibited enhanced GC responses (Figure 5O), consistent with the strong humoral and mucosal immunities also detected in this group. In contrast, the mRNA vaccine induced higher numbers of Tfh and Tfr cells (Figure 5O). Regarding antibody levels, both vaccines revealed similar IgG titers (Figure 5P). Overall, our data show that heterologous immunization with siPD-L1 NV-8 effectively stimulates mucosal (cellular and humoral) immunity, providing robust protection against SARS-CoV-2 infection

...

The versatility of our NV platform was further demonstrated by its capacity to induce robust mucosal immunity following intranasal booster immunization. This route triggered significant CD4+ and CD8+ TRM, high mucosal IgA levels, and robust systemic immunity. These findings underscore the potential of our NV platform not only for SARS-CoV-2 but also for other pathogens requiring mucosal immunity.

Mucosal immunity (the first line of defense, preventing pathogen replication) is what many vaccine researchers have been aiming for. See also:

[echovoidedangel]

Commander, A Guide to Commands

S1 Ch. 1 - Saturation

[Hey pals! Ender here! I'm writing this finally since I got motivation to finish chapter 1 so I did! I'll be cross-posting this onto ao3 which you can find here!]

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Max paced back and forth across the off colored grass and clicks his wrists together a couple times as he paced. Max paused and started running his thumb across the crease of his palm to calm himself down, bouncing a bit to center his energy.

"Greet the viewers Max, gotta greet the viewers."

Max turned towards the setting sun and smiled, taking a deep breath in and exhaling out calmly.

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"Hel-lo everybody! My name's Mithzan and I'm here to bring you something I've been wanting to mess around with more for a while. I've been semi planning out ahead of time before I got everything together so I thought we'd just get right into the commands!"

Max slid across his hotbar to the command block and places it down on the cool grass.

"Now, you might be wondering, what's the best command to start with?" Max asked while cracking his knuckles. "Well if you asked me it'd probably be satchie, saturation. So what you're going to do is open up your command block."

Max clicked onto the command block and started rapid tapping his foot against the ground pulling up the keypad.

"Once here, this is where you're gonna be doing most of your commands so if you can't then this will just be useless to you. Anyway! Put slash effect, space, at- now this next part depends on who you want this to affect so it could vary slightly but I'm gonna do at a which is any and every player on the server- so at a, space, saturation, space, infinite since you don't want this running out, two fifty five since that's the max, and then end it with space true."

Max inputted the command as he spoke and gazes it it for a bit and he starts lightly bouncing in place and exits the command block. Sliding across his hotbar to the stone button clicking it in his hand.

"I have it on needs redstone which just means it needs a power input to function and won't just keep going off. I have a button since that's honestly the better option in this situation. So all you do next is place the button on top aaaand," Max placed the button atop the command block and clicks it. "Click!"

A message in the chat pops up and Max is rapid tapping the ground below himself in pure joy.

"Satchie's a good one to have in general but just as a default command to add. I mean, it's never fun or a good thing to feel like you're starving. Might end up eating anything at that point, probably something inedible the likelihood is there. Not the greatest thing to do.."

Max silently trailed off for a moment but clicked himself back standing straight up.

"So! Saturation is the solution!"

Max turns towards the setting sun and smiles.

"Easy command for a start. I really hope you enjoyed, I plan on doing more command showings in the future but let me know what you thought of this one! I think its gonna be pretty useful to a lot of you out there. But that's gonna be it from me. I'm Mithzan, and I appreciate your existence."

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Max took a deep breath and started jumping a few times and clapping his palms together.

"First command down! Yes! I think that went well, explained it well enough. Hopefully. Hmmm.. What else can I do while I'm here?"

Max started wandering around the flat off colored grounds playing around with the end of one of his sleeves.

"Wonder how Ross is doing? I really hope he decided to go and do that Parkour map he said she was gonna go check out."