(She’s shy even in doodle form thus the face mask. Lol!) She’s known to friends and family as Mama May. (You can call her that too if you like! )
I might have mentioned a couple of times that I was out of town.
Well, it’s because I’m with my mom who is having her chemotherapy miles away from home. She’s currently battling 4th stage ovarian cancer.
We’re in an unfamiliar city in the midst of this covid pandemic. (We’re forever grateful to friends and relatives who helped us here.)
And because of the lockdowns going on we weren’t able to go back home, where we planned to transfer her chemo treatment.
I currently have my ko-fi account open to raise funds for my mom’s cancer treatment. It would mean the world if you could check it out and buy a kofi! Each kofi is only $3 each.
I currently can’t reward you with digital art doodles if ever you donate (my gear is back home ) but I can make a traditional doodle for you if it’s alright! ✨
After you buy a kofi just DM me here or on twitter/instagram and we can talk about your doodle request.
When I’m done I’ll post it to my socials and give you a helluva shoutout!
I don’t know how far this’ll reach but it won’t hurt to try. Any amount will help my mom immensely. (Positive vibes and prayers also mean the world!) ❤
We wish you all the best and we hope you consider buying a kofi for Mama May. ❤
honestly gotta hand it to chris carter he came up with the worst ways to film a kiss and just went for it every time. looking at the back of someone’s head, the weirdest side angle you’ve ever seen, in the dark, in front of your boss AND in the dark, one party holding a baby, in the dark AND in an alternate universe with no consequences, one party has a broken arm, they’re spooning so they can’t really reach other’s lips, etc. he really said peak pettiness for no gd reason.
(I wrote this for #fictober20 and for the Horror @xfilesfanficexchange, in 3 parts so I’m posting here as one post. It was written for @fandomsandxfiles for the Prompt: Haunted)
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Chapter 1
After Dana Scully’s rented dwelling had been blown to pieces, (a long story), she needed somewhere to stay. Her—let’s call him her estranged husband—had offered for her to ‘come back home,’ as he had put it.
That was far too emotionally loaded for Scully to choose; to return, out of necessity. If she did indeed decide to ‘come home’, it would be because of well thought out reason, not because she had nowhere else to go. So, she elected to stay at her mother’s over the weekend; have some space, and a chance to think.
Conscious of his feelings, she explained truthfully how she and her brothers had decided to sell. The house had sat vacant since Maggie Scully’s somewhat sudden death. Her brother Bill had arranged for repairs to be done, asked Scully to check on the progress; some plumbing, a mended fence, and an issue with a gas pipe in the kitchen.
He had offered to go with her. Mulder had. To help. To Support. To be precisely whatever she needed. It was something she wanted to do alone, though. To sit amongst the memories, the old souls, to say goodbye—for the last time.
Dana Scully knew of ghosts. However, to her, they took the form of her mother’s scent, hitting her as she pushed open her front door. A hair tie in the bathroom drawer, still wrapped in Missy’s dark blonde hair. The impression of her father, she would sink into when she sat in his favourite chair.
