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The Personal Cost by @phillippadgettwrites

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#phillip padgett #audiofanficpod #audio fanfic #audio fiction #audio fanfiction #the x files fanfic #xfiles #xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic #the x files #podfic #SoundCloud

[typingtess]

"Milagro" - where Scully catches the eye of Mulder's creepy neighbor, Deadwood's Sol Star.

#The X-Files #Dana Scully #phillip padgett #sol star

[cock-holliday]

#barking like a dog over this #they actually have someone say it? god bless #txf #phillip padgett #s6ep18 milagro

[fine-nephrit]

🥏 TXF Fic Rec #4: 'Katy' by Phillip Padgett

The XF fandom is brimming with M/S first-time fics (for good reasons!), and this fic is a gem of that genre. It has all my favorite ingredients done right. A believable jealous!Mulder, snappy dialogues, breath-stopping tension, and a super hot angsty sex scene that will live on your mind once you read it. Tight, beautiful writing.

🥏 Katy by Phillip Padgett (@phillippadgettwrites)

Length: Short, 3,000+ words Relationship(s): M/S First-time Tags: Smut, Angst, Jealousy Rating: Explicit/NC-17

#x files #xf fanfic #nephrit's fic rec #len: short #ship: m/s first-time #genre: smut #genre: angst #jealousy #rating: nc17 #by: Phillip Padgett

[starwalker42]

febuwhump day 24: bloody clothes

episode: Milagro | tw: blood | general audiences

Anyone else would be calling the cops. There’s a potential killer destroying evidence in the basement, bullets lodged in the wall of his apartment, and blood soaking into the carpet, but Mulder doesn’t even consider picking up the phone; not yet, anyway, because Scully is still trembling in his arms, her blouse stained red, and that, right now, is his priority.

“Are you hurt?”

She shakes her head, breaths still too shallow, too fast. She’s stopped crying, but her eyes are still wet, and that, more than anything, is what kicks him into action.

“Can you move?”

A nod, this time, so he sits her up, one arm wrapped around her shoulders for support. When she shows no sign of passing out, he moves to sit in front of her, carefully reaching for her top button.

“Wait.” It’s the first word she’s spoken since he entered the room, and he obeys it immediately. “It’s evidence.”

Of course. Of course Scully would be thinking of crime scene protocol at a time like this.

“I’ll bag it.” He assures her. “But you need to get clean now, and warm.”

She nods, once. And he takes that as permission. As he unbuttons her blouse, he knows his hands start to shake. Scully’s breaths catch as she watches him work; he tries to pretend they’re both just scared in case she’s hurt. There’s no wound, no mark of any kind, but the rich stickiness of blood mars her alabaster skin all the same, blooming out from her heart, across her chest and up to her neck. Her bra has been dyed red with it.

Mulder averts his eyes, and reassures himself it’s only because he doesn’t want to acknowledge the possibility of Scully being injured.

After he guides her to bathroom, he stands guard at the door while she showers, the hot steam carrying the faint tang of iron and gunpowder. It’s a long time until he hears the water shut off. The moment Scully emerges, wrapped in a towel, he retreats to the main room to give her space to change. True to his word, he scours the kitchen for a Ziploc bag and carefully places her bloodied blouse and bra within it, despite knowing already that this is a crime very unlikely to be going to trial.

Scully hasn’t said anything about her attacker, but there’s no sign of forced entry, no shoeprints – in short, no evidence anyone else was ever here at all. Not to mention, Phillip Padgett has an airtight alibi – Mulder was face-to-face with him when he heard Scully’s gun fire.

The bedroom door opens. Scully stands in the doorway, five foot nothing without her heels, hair damp and bare feet curling on his carpet. She’s beautiful, an angel too good for this world, silhouetted against the afternoon sunlight wearing his FBI academy sweatshirt and a pair of pyjama pants.

He doesn’t offer her a hug; he knows she won’t accept it, not now she’s somewhat rebuilt her walls. But when he sits on the couch, she comes and sits next to him, alive and smelling like his shampoo.

He dials 911, her head on his shoulder.

@today-in-fic

#xf fanfic #txf fic #msr #my writing #febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday24 #blood tw

[backintimeforstuff]

just a lil heads up that the next fanfic i'm posting on ao3 was 90% written on a manual typewriter bc my laptop died on me and I was so consumed with the need to write about the x files that i accidentally turned into phillip padgett from milagro

#what can i say #when there's a will there's a way #not me clattering away at midnight on a 1950s typewriter like #yes #mulder x scully #txf #fanfiction #my writing #txf fanfic

[theageofsims]

Enchantment 1.1 - Part 11 - “A Man Named Butterscotch”

Just on the other side of the Glimmerbrook forest lived a man named Paul Phillip Butterscotch in a small town called Brindleton Bay who always did what he was told to do.

Once upon a time his father had owned a candy shop and what should have been given to him after his father's passing, had actually been given to his father's best friend because Paul never could prove himself to his dad -- never able to impress him.

Paul wasn't a complete failure, but in his heart he was nothing to be desired... nothing left in his name, far from handsome, hardly any money in his pockets, and a little hideaway by the bay that he called home -- and a dog named Padgett.

The best thing he ever did for himself was do for himself what no one ever thought to do for him -- teach himself. A mother he never knew and a father who was so rough around the edges it was as if he had worn spikes on the outsides of his clothes.

He missed his father, but he didn't miss his hateful words and his ability to reduce him to feeling like nothing.

"What's keeping you, Paul?!"

"The machine malfunctioned, but no worries -- the last batch of cupcakes came through before it did."

"Well hurry up and bring them -- we have customers waiting!" He huffed, "And be sure to bring a wrench back down there with you. You must fix it before noon!"

"Yes, Mr. Clevenger -- right away, Mr. Clevenger..." His tone was flat as he did what he was told.

#enchantment #enchantment 1.1 part 11 #sims 4 story #ts4 story #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 #the sims

[pulpsandcomics2]

Astounding Science Fiction    February 1949

Seetee Shock by Will Stewart

A Present from Joe by Eric Frank Russell

Manna by Peter Phillips

The Prisoner in the Skull by Lewis Padgett

Next Friday Morning by D, W. Meredith

#science fiction magazine

[danascullysjournal]

For the ask game, I'd love to know 2, 18, and 32!

Thank you so much for the ask! 🥰

I did get a little heavy on this but you asked SO this is my honest reply. I do see the world brighter than this post makes it seem though 😂 Have a wonderful day!

2. Goodness I used to use nothing but pen all the time, but that was high school and college. Now my hands cramp up too much. I still like to do handwritten script for poetry. It has more feeling to me, somehow…? I used to carry around a little notebook/sketchbook for exactly that.

18. TW: Autopsy Scene

Unfortunately for me, and probably any readers, I’m neck-deep in a fic that takes place after “Milagro” in The X Files, called If You Will Let Me. It started as a single “Mulder needs to cuddle Scully and make sure she’s not bleeding out” one shot, but I could *not* stop thinking about how swayed Scully was by Padgett, and how insanely out of character it seemed.

I decided to give Scully a chance to cut him open, regain some control. She deserved that, and Chp 2 happened. Here is the excerpt:

“Victim is a Phillip Padgett, 32 year old male…” she studied the gaping hole in his chest, wreathed in the pale of chilled epidermis and the crusted, deep burgundy of his dried blood. “Apparent cause of death: self-inflicted… removal of heart.”

She could not stop herself from considering that this fate was exactly what he had planned for her. She swallowed hard, picked up her scalpel and continued.

His flesh cut under her skilled blade like every other cadaver she had examined, and with each slice, each organ, each measurement, she grew to be a bit more of herself. This was her profession. Measurable. Controlled. Messy, at times, but peaceful in that the outcomes were documented, usually expected, and always under her control.

She took the heart, which had been placed back into the body for storage in morgue refrigeration, and placed it on the scale for measurement.

“Heart. Weight, 10.3 ounces. Tissue appears healthy.” But it wasn’t, Scully thought. She felt a frown trace along her lips. His heart had not been healthy all. Yet somehow, she had been swayed by it anyway. It frightened her more than she dared to admit.”

While I was writing this, I felt more and more.. uneasy? Sickened? By a) Padgett’s ability to manifest a killer and knowingly kill people without being present, and b) his apparent ability to get *inside of Scully’s head and manipulate her thoughts and desires.* Who does that? It’s essentially rape, but on a mental level. Physically she was fine, but emotionally, mentally, she absolutely was not.

And I cannot really put into words how much I relate to how Scully must have felt, and how the triggers and reimaginings can take over. It became a quest to help her name and process what Padgett had done AND to somehow explain the how and why behind it all. And get her and Mulder together in spite of all that- a piece that says “yes, horrible things happen, but you can have a partner with you that will walk it all *with* you, and you’ll be okay in the end.”

32. The Lady of Shallott by Alfred, Lord Tennyson was my favorite poem all through college, and even though it’s old and has little to do with fanfic, the theme is (in my opinion) interesting and still relevant.

This section has stuck with me all these years.

“No time hath she to sport and play:

A charmed web she weaves alway.

A curse is on her, if she stay

Her weaving, either night or day,

To look down to Camelot.

She knows not what the curse may be;

Therefore she weaveth steadily,

Therefore no other care hath she,

The Lady of Shalott.”

She is so afraid of what could happen to her that she views the world only through a mirrored reflection. The concept of working and obeying for the fear of the unknown is so very striking to me.

Eventually she is lured to turn her head. Ironically, when she finally does make the choice to turn and see the real outside world beyond her tower, it was just to see a singing man passing by (Sir Lancelot, arguably the Grand Hussie of Arthurian legend). He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even notice her, but the curse is immediately brought down on her and she is a corpse by sunset.

The whole idea of being imprisoned to your fear, or seeing the real world for what it is (not always wonderful) and succumbing to it is fascinating to me. And she was led, unwittingly, to her pained death by a man.

**I should note, I’m married, but once divorced. There are good humans and there are selfish and vain humans, and I read the poem to be a cautionary tale against the latter.

#lovely asks #thank you for asking! #and bless anyone who reads this #I got carried away #its my mo i suppose

[phillippadgettwrites]

A DUDE who likes to write! I am so surprised, I don't know if any other guy writers in this fandom!! That's exciting. You write female pleasure well. Maybe give lessons to other dudes. Go you.

Well, Phillip Padgett is a dude. And I am him, so….

Me, my actual self? Vulva-haver, penis enthusiast.

[old-cemetery]

fave poetry!! (also in no particular order)

poetry recs by mars (starting with all time faves then more or less in descending order!)

the second coming - yeates

the joke - ron padgett

one for the old boy - buk

the emperor of ice cream - wallace stevens

spark - buk

bluebird - buk

evening star - poe

the hollow men - ts eliot

dulce et decorum est - wilfred owen

sweeney among the nightingales - ts eliot

as kingfishers catch fire - gerard hopkins

the love song of j. alfred prufrock - ts eliot

happiness - raymond carver

ozymandias - percy shelley

waxwings - robert francis

demanche bleu - rexroth

the dusk of horses - james dickey

ode to the west wind - percy shelley

sea canes - derek walcott

aubade - phillip larkin

sunflower sutra - ginsberg

the lady of shallot - lord tennyson

the albatross- baudelaire

#book list #poetry list #poetry #poetry faves #favorite poetry

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Soixante-neuf by @phillippadgettwrites

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#phillip padgett #audiofanficpod #audio fanfic #audio fiction #audio fanfiction #the x files fanfic #xfiles #xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic #the x files #podfic #SoundCloud

[cock-holliday]

#dana scully #phillip padgett #txf #s6ep18 milagro #screenshots can't capture her thousand volt eyerolls

[thatgirlxf]

#31DaysOfHalloweenXFiles

October 28—Milagro 🎃🫀

Mulder and Scully vs Phillip Padgett

#x files #halloween

[mldrgrl]

Just before the pandemic hit, I moved into a new apartment. Nr. 43. One of the apartments next to mine, nr. 42, did not seem to be lived in at the time. Suddenly, pizza delivery activity picked up substantially on the floor. In early summer, the bench by the front entrance started to be surrounded by empty shells of sunflower seeds. Now, I still have not spotted the person living there, but my brain is constantly live-streaming. And I needed to share with someone who cares.

Phillip Padgett is this you????

Anon, that’s so cool. And if you happen to live in the DC area on Hegel Place, you’re living the ultimate fan dream!

Not saying you should try to steal #42s mail or anything, but definitely be on the lookout for subscriptions to The Lone Gunmen.

You could also slip a note under the door that says “Mulder, it’s me” and see what happens.

Never move! Bring us updates. Check the peephole often for tiny redheads or three suspicious geeks that keep showing up at odd hours. Stay low in case of gunshots.

[spaceintruderdetector]

Astounding Science Fiction, Volume 42 Number 6, February of 1949. Published by Street & Smith Publications,  Inc., New York, NY. 164 pages. Cover art by Hubert Rogers. Edited by John W. Campbell, Jr. Featuring essays by John W. Campbell, Jr. as The Editor and John R. Pierce as J. J. Coupling. L. Jerome Stanton and P. Schuyler Miller book reviews on THE KEY TO THE GREAT GATE by Hinko Gottlieb and BEYOND THIS HORIZON by Robert A Heinlein. Includes the following works of fiction: Seetee Shock (Part 1 of 3, Seetee series 2), a serial by Jack Williamson as Will Stewart. A Present from Joe, a shortstory by Eric Frank Russell. Manna, a novelette by Peter Phillips. The Prisoner in the Skull, a novelette by Henry Kuttner and C. L. Moore as Lewis Padgett. Next Friday Morning, a shortstory by D. W. Barefoot as D. W. Meredith. Christmas Tree, a shortstory by John Christopher as Christopher Youd.

#astounding science fiction #science fiction #john w. campbell jr. #hard science fiction