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amalnahurriyeh posting in philedom Apr. 26th, 2011 01:24 am)Welcome to the X-Files creative challenge for 3W4DW! This is a place to write, draw, or otherwise produce SOMETHING AWESOME in celebration of the X-Files, and all of the awesome characters and scenarios we love so much.
What sort of works are eligible?
Any X-Files or crossover X-Files fanwork can be posted here.
How Should Prompts Be Formatted?
There should be only one prompt per comment.
An X-Files only prompt should include characters/pairings and prompt. Use a slash for a romantic/sexual pairing, and & or the word "and" for a friendship pairing, like this:
A crossover prompt should contain character names and fandom along with prompt, like this:
Those are some crap prompts, Amal.
Bite me. So leave some of your own.
Do prompts need to be claimed? Can prompts only be used once? Can I write for my own prompt?
No, no, and yes, in order.
How do I fill a post?
Post your fill as a reply to the original prompt. If it won't fit in a comment, link to your journal.
How should fills be formatted?
Please put the title, prompt, and rating in the subject line. If you want to warn or provide content notes, please do so in the first line of the post. Images that are NSFW should be posted in full elsewhere and should have a SFW thumbnail on the challenge page.
Is there a deadline?
The challenge will open on April 26th, and run through May 15th for thethree_weeks_for_dw festival. You may start filling prompts as soon as they are posted, and may continue posting prompts until May 13th. Because this is a 3W4DW challenge, please keep all posted fanworks on DW-only for 21 days after posting, although it is perfectly fine to post links elsewhere.
I heard a rumor there would be prizes.
Participants in the challenge can earn points for Philedom Olympics 2011, for leaving prompts, making fanworks, and leaving comments.
I have another question!
Ask me in the question thread!
What sort of works are eligible?
Any X-Files or crossover X-Files fanwork can be posted here.
How Should Prompts Be Formatted?
There should be only one prompt per comment.
An X-Files only prompt should include characters/pairings and prompt. Use a slash for a romantic/sexual pairing, and & or the word "and" for a friendship pairing, like this:
Monica Reyes, Ouija boards
Fox Mulder/Alex Krycek, leather
Dana Scully and John Doggett, watching NASCAR
A crossover prompt should contain character names and fandom along with prompt, like this:
X-Files/Fringe, Dana Scully and Walter Bishop, Mad Scientists Union
X-Files/Doctor Who, Fox Mulder/Tenth Doctor, tall drink of water
Those are some crap prompts, Amal.
Bite me. So leave some of your own.
Do prompts need to be claimed? Can prompts only be used once? Can I write for my own prompt?
No, no, and yes, in order.
How do I fill a post?
Post your fill as a reply to the original prompt. If it won't fit in a comment, link to your journal.
How should fills be formatted?
Please put the title, prompt, and rating in the subject line. If you want to warn or provide content notes, please do so in the first line of the post. Images that are NSFW should be posted in full elsewhere and should have a SFW thumbnail on the challenge page.
Is there a deadline?
The challenge will open on April 26th, and run through May 15th for the
three_weeks_for_dw festival. You may start filling prompts as soon as they are posted, and may continue posting prompts until May 13th. Because this is a 3W4DW challenge, please keep all posted fanworks on DW-only for 21 days after posting, although it is perfectly fine to post links elsewhere.I heard a rumor there would be prizes.
Participants in the challenge can earn points for Philedom Olympics 2011, for leaving prompts, making fanworks, and leaving comments.
I have another question!
Ask me in the question thread!
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Mulder has a lot of gay sex in my head. An impressive amount, considering my shipping preferences.
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please note: I will give my friggin' first born to the person who writes this
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"The Other Family" - Samantha Mulder, got no reason/got no shame/got no family/got no name - PG
Her brother, the boy in her mind, is not named Jeffrey. She can’t remember his name. She can’t --
“Samantha?” the man who calls himself her father says. She does not look up from her dinner. “Why aren’t you eating?”
“I’m not hungry,” she mumbles. She stirs her mashed potatoes around in a circle.
“If she’s not gonna eat, I won’t, either. I hate mashed potatoes,” Jeffrey says, in that flat voice of his. Her other brother had a flat voice, too. She can almost hear it.
“You’ll eat your supper, Jeffrey.”
“But Dad --”
She looks up, hesitantly. The man who calls himself her father is staring at her, frowning. She stares back, half daring, half frightened.
“Are you thinking about them, Samantha?”
She looks down. “No.”
“You know they’re not real. You’re just confused.”
She says nothing.
“This is your family, Samantha.”
She feels like crying. She pushes her food around and bites her lip, tears welling up in her eyes. Everything looks blurry, watery, unreal. She tries to disappear into the world in her mind, to that other house, that other family.
The man who calls himself her father asks her more questions that she doesn’t want to answer. She shoves the cold, flavourless food into her mouth, refusing to speak.
When they come for her again, they take her memories, trying to sweep her mind clean. But there are still little fragments left over, hidden away here and there. She pulls them out of the cracks in her mind and tries to fit them together, creating an out-of-focus family portrait. She thinks about that boy with the goofy smile and wonders if he’s out there somewhere, if he’s thinking of her now.
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"A Haunting" - Reggie Purdue and Fox Mulder, that unpublished mystery novel.
An agent he doesn't recognize brings it down in an interoffice mail envelope. "We found it when we were cleaning out Reggie's desk," he said, half-embarassed. "Somebody on the unit said you should have it."
"Thanks," Mulder says, and drops it on his desk, along with everything else down there. He doesn't crack it open until late; Scully's gone home, and he's alone with the whirr of the floor-buffer in the hallway. But he knows what he'll find in it: the type-written manuscript of Reggie's novel.
He takes it out of the paper envelope and stares at it for a while. It's heavier than he would have expected; the last page is numbered 377, which is impressive, he supposes. The typewriter it was typed on had its F key just slightly out of alignment. If this book were in a mystery novel, that would have to be the key, wouldn't it?
He puts it down on his desk. Should he read it? That it came to him now seems to suggest he should: this is some sort of last act of fate, putting it into his hands. But then--and this is the terrible part--what if it's bad? Wouldn't it be better to remember Reggie with his dream of a book, rather than be saddled with the knowledge that the final product was a dimestore failure?
He puts it back in the envelope and leaves it on his desk. Every night for a week, he takes it out of the envelope, considers whether tonight is the night he brings it home, or the night he drops it in the recycling bin. The latter seems wrong; the former seems dangerous.
He wonders if Reggie is haunting his basement office, waiting around to see what Mulder thinks of his book. He wonders if he's trapped in the pages on some metaphysical level, the last remnants of his consciousness made manifest in typewritten lines. He wonders if, maybe, he should really get some more sleep and stop watching Unsolved Mysteries.
Scully is hanging around his desk on Friday afternoon, shuffling through the disaster in search of the toxicology reports she'd ordered for their latest case. Her hand lands on the interoffice envelope. "What's this?"
He looks up from the file he's reading, and hesitates for a moment. The right answer is "nothing," but that's the wrong answer, too. "It's Reggie's novel," he says, unsure whether he'll regret it. "They found it in his desk. Somebody thought I should have it."
"That's sweet," she says, and picks it up. She opens the envelope and pulls out the manuscript, starts flipping through the pages. "Is it any good?"
"I don't know," he says, and she glances up. "I haven't had a chance to read it yet."
She studies him for a moment, and he wonders how transparent the lie is. She nods very slightly, and looks down at the pages. "Would you mind if I tried it? I have something of a weakness for the genre."
He hears an odd sort of kindness in the offer. "Really? I would have pegged you for the romance novel type."
She lifts her perfect eyebrow in response.
"Sure, take it," he says. "Let me know how it is."
She slides it back into the envelope and carefully twists the little red thread around the tacks to keep it closed. "I'll bring it back on Monday with a full report. Anyway, call me if you hear anything new about the Maine case, all right?"
"Yeah, okay," he says, and watches the envelope slot into her briefcase. "Have a good weekend."
She nods and leaves, and he watches the space behind her for a moment. For the first time since the thing arrived on his desk, he feels alone in his office.
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Re: "A Haunting" - Reggie Purdue and Fox Mulder, that unpublished mystery novel.
He wonders if he's trapped in the pages on some metaphysical level, the last remnants of his consciousness made manifest in typewritten lines.
This line made me automatically think of Fringe. You just know Walter Bishop would be able to build a machine to get Reggie Purdue's consciousness out of the manuscript and into, I don't know, a lemon or something?
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"Mulder."
"Yes?"
"I do not want to be your friend on Facebook."
"C'mon, Scully, I thought we were friends. I thought we were, you know, legitimate friends."
"Mulder."
"What?"
"If we are friends on Facebook, my mother will want to friend you on Facebook."
"So? I like your mother. And that's a good idea, anyway. We're friends too."
"You are not friends with my mother! My mother doesn't know how to use the internet! She spends all her time posting comments about Bill and Tara's baby to the wrong profile!"
"So I could teach her."
"Oh God. Bill. See, and then you and Bill will get into arguments about politics."
"Why would we do that?"
"Mulder. Bill hates you. Bill is a Republican. You are not a Republican. He will post something about innocent fetuses who deserve life and you will bait him."
"No I won't."
"What made you wait so long to get a Facebook profile, anyway?"
"I thought the government was spying on us through them."
"Well, aren't they?"
"I've concluded that it's mostly the Zuck-man. Mark Zuckerberg. And I don't care if some pimple-faced kid knows my whereabouts. Besides, the Lone Gunmen joined last week. They claim to have found a way to booby-trap their information so it can't be deleted, viewed or downloaded without their knowledge."
"Mulder, do you really think that's possible?"
"No. I'm pretty sure that Frohike just wanted to hit on his old high school girlfriend. Sometimes the need to get in their pants outweighs the millstone of sensible security measures."
And what, after all, was there to say to that?
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